Making Stars

We can never begin to make a star,
Can never raise our minds that far.
We will never find the words or thoughts,
That lead us to the heavenly source.

We grasp at God in tiny ways,
Just little actors in our plays.
The stage of Heaven is vast and tall,
And we barely hear God's urgent call.

All we sense is mighty silence,
Drowned out by men in acts of violence.
Our speech is chaos, Babel, lies,
We wear our masks, our thin disguise.

But God sees us as we really are,
It is His good image that we mar.
His riches far outgrow our greed,
He will give us what we need.

All we need is His dear Son,
The way of truth for every one.