SHOESTRING SHANE

If you wish me around, look to the clear and starry sky, to the brightest star, in Heavens bounds, with angels I will fly. That's where I'll be, for you to see, until the time you join me, then free, God's realm shall be to us, for everlasting glory. So fear not, dear soul, but look above, pearlescent, there I'm twinkling, the brightest star, to spark your love, when of me, you come to thinking. Eternal, is my resting place, with God, and there I'll wait, until the day, fate brings you my way, through heavens pearly gate. © 2025 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

I gazed a moment, yonder far, amazed in wonder, upon a star, a light so bright, the skies ablazed, a sight for all prized eyes to praise. I looked about, and there, in glory, the clouds in chorus, sung their story, "How great the light that's raised above, that might eternal, praised by love." Then way off side, I caught in glancing, that nightly ride of dream enchanting, the moon at dance, with grace, entranced, the skies display, by love enhanced. Upon her surface, divine that glow, displayed for every soul to know, from love's creation, her beauty song, for every eye to ponder on. And as I turned to walk away, an angel crossed my path to say, "The chorus of forever's psalm, for God, I lay upon your palm." And in that moments gaze, was lifted, every doubt of what God gifted me, and suddenly I sung, a brand new song had just begun. And time again became my musing, on this new path which God was choosing, and with times ticking, silence came, to issue me...

When hearts dances, pour bleeding. When spirits prances, fall weakened. When the minds glance has lost all reason. When every sense has lost all feeling! When hope flies in one short leaping. When a soul cries in hurts depleting. When dreams run to deep seated longing. When time becomes again, not your belonging. When once sunned days, fall, ever bleaker. When once blazed colours, seem blander, weaker. When each breaths sigh, cries ever deepening. When the time left flowing, slows, ever creeping. When dawn birds sing no new fresh greeting. When morn rays bring no new fresh heating. When hope seems lost, and faith is beaten. When from hearts dances, loves retreating! © 2025 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

I can't fly, as much as I may try, to spread my wings wide, and fly, I can't fly! Whilst I may try, to spread my wings and fly, I'll soon find out why, I can't fly! When I fall from the sky, in my attempts to try, to fly, like a bird, high, I'll know, I can't fly! I'll soon find out why, when I fall from the sky, why I cannot fly, even though I still may try! But one day I will fly, way up in that sky, even though I will not try, my Lord will call me high. And I will upward fly, to that golden light, way up in the sky where I shall fly! © 2025 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

Walk tall, I say, my fallen son, get up again, stand up and run, and when again, you come to fall, stand up again, my son, walk tall. Stand up, be proud, but not in vain, for when you slip, stand up again, and use the pain, from falling down, to lift you back up from the ground. Jump up and fly, my chosen one, stand up high, and touch the sun, for stars above, await your light, so jump up high, and touch the sky. Be wise, my son, alight your soul, be wise, and hear my spirit call, ignite the fire, whose bright flames roar, alight your soul forever more. Stand up, my son, stand up, walk tall, and even when you slip and fall, stand up the same, stand high, aloft, to start again, where you left off. © 2025 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

It's gone again, it's gone to dust, That glory might, left weak, to rust. It's gone again, from light to grey, Once raiment bright, now bleak in waste. It's gone again, lain somewhere lost, That thing once prized, now sideways tossed. It's gone again, assumed to last, Once great and true, now cursed to pass. It's gone again, that thing once blessed, It's waned, it's left, it's laid to rest. It's gone again, that font of hope, Once glowed, ashine, now gone, eloped! It's gone again, it faded fast, That hope eternal, which proved just past. It's gone again, diminished, complete, Now shards of jewelled dreams beneath my feet. © 2025 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com