When stars align, I know there’s a master.
Constellations proclaim Him faster.
They say human eyes pick them out,
but they were already drawn out.
Far be it for my eyes to try to see,
what has already been laid out in front of me.
While trying to seek out the great expanse,
I miss out on what has already been planned.
When I lose my way and am shrouded by dark,
I look up and see a spark.
I may not know what the picture shows,
but my master assures me to just get up and go.
When stars align, I know there’s a master,
for who could plan out such a beautiful disaster?