choice

behind my back
a guess-the-hand surprise
in one fist a shooting star
the other a milky way
i hold them sweet and to your say
a closed fist you must choose
be in the left
be in the right
the decision in your eyes

say o giver of grace
the world may change
my fist i take ?
the world would have lost its way
if the choice is to never choose !

the falling star may fade away
but hope it brings
those lost in harm's way
the milky way forever stay
beautiful to look at
forever and a day

but when you gaze and see my choice
high in the heavenly cloud
i pray the hope or wonder gaze
would fill your temple with guidance
and your life be praise