I came across something today that I thought would be appropriate for this group:
There’s a time I can recall – four years old and three feet tall –
Trying to reach the stars and the cookie jar,
and BOTH were out of reach.
Later on in my high school it seemed to me a little cruel
How the right words to say always seemed to stay
Just out of reach.
Well, I should not have thought it strange that growing causes growing pains,
‘Cause the more we learn the more we know
we don’t know anything.
But still it seems a tragic fate living with this quiet ache –
The constant strain for what remains
Just out of reach.
I guess I shouldn’t think it odd until we see the face of God.
The yearning deep within us tells us
there’s more to come.
So, when we taste of the divine it leaves us hungry every time
For one more taste of what awaits
When heaven’s gates are reached.