Stars

You should see the stars tonight, How they shimmer, shine so bright. Against the black, they look so white, Coming down from such a height To reach me now; You reach me now.

You should see the moon in flight, Cutting 'cross the misty night, Softly dancing in sunshine. Reflections of it's light Reach me now; You reach me now.

And how could such a thing shine it's light on me And make ev'rything beautiful again?

You should feel the sun in spring, Coming out after a rain. Suddenly, all is green, Sunshine on ev'rything. I can feel it now; I feel You now.

You should hear the angels sing, All gathered 'round their King, More beautiful than you could dream. I've been quietly listening. You can hear them now; I hear them now.

And how could such a King shine His light on me And make ev'rything beautiful again?

And how could such a King shine His light on me And make ev'rything beautiful?

I want to shine; I want to be light. I want to tell You, 'it'll be alright.' And I want to shine, and I want to fly, Just to tell You, 'now it'll be alright.' It'll be alright; It'll be alright.

' Cause I've got nothing of my own to give to You. But this light that shines on me shines on You And makes ev'rything beautiful again. It'll be alright; It'll be alright.