The stars release their little ones, each one of them unique
They gently, quietly, softly fall
And light upon my cheek.
They come with something in them, a compass while they roam
A promise, filled with potential,
To emulate their home
Sunlight beams from heaven above, smiling on little ones below
Who, with purity, have met potential's request,
And stars shine in the snow
I hear a word from the starry snow: "You have potential, too."
With help and love from my Father above,
I can do what Jesus would do.
