I lift my face in upward gaze
In want of heaven’s bright face.
I squint and strain through hellish haze
To glimpse that awesome place.
So often sought, but often not
Found on this earthly sphere.
This tiny blue-green spinning dot;
My comfort isn’t here.
It’s in the One who made this place.
His loving hands hold true.
The gentle grip of love and grace.
His mercies ever new.