To my Stars, A Founding
God asked me what weapon I needed
And I didn’t know what he was talking
A weapon? Does God expect me to choose?
How could I use something that might cause pain
And deny me my place in heaven
But then I realized
In the frontlines of a war
Just what he was getting at
That he had single handedly slipped it in my hands
I was completely oblivious to it
I didn’t even bother to use it when I was really in a jam
I’d let the time pass slowly
While I’d cry of the injustice I’d endured
To a mind that wasn’t listening
But one night
Lying in the trenches
Really trying to find solace
In the little stars of the night
I realized that the lights were just a founding
That I would build my fortress upon
Using the sword I was handed
I could battle whatever came crawling near
While laying my bricks upon the stars of the sky
Building, and honing the house I was given
To be in the heavens with God | 
