My attention Caught

An ode to the Giver of good gifts

Looking at stars
Marching in ranks
The maker of Heaven
I give Him thanks
My guidance in the night
Celestial Map
Of Twinkling lights

Left foot, right foot
Boots and utes
Walking a cadence
To the tongue of a youth
I'd rather be dancin'
With His gift in you

At attention I stand
Curled fingers in hand
Chest out proud
Head held high
Inside so loud
A longing sigh

I see the road wound
The one made straight
That I turned around
Senses of regret
No longer a sense
Thank you Lord
My recompense