Garden of the Golden Star

Beneath a sky of blue

there lies a town of gold,

With crystal gates and one bright star to guide you through the

cold.

A garden blooms within,

where every path is green,

And creatures walk among the flowers,

like none you’ve ever seen.

A lion with a mane of living fire,

An ox of blue,

with countless watchful eyes,

A golden eagle wheeling ever higher—

You’ll know his gaze beneath a thousand skies.

And in the blue above,

one star is burning bright.

It’s yours, my angel,

now and always, through the darkest night.

To love is to be loved; to shine is to be blessed.

And let it lead you to the garden where your heart finds

rest. (ahhhh)

There waits a lion with a mane of fire,

An ox of blue,

with countless watchful eyes,

A golden eagle wheeling ever higher—

You’ll know his gaze beneath a thousand skies.