The folk of a distant land came together to create a mighty statue. If all their gifts were woven together in the making, the statue would come to life, bringing great blessings to the land.
But one girl, nearly a woman, could not discover her role in the task. Her lesser gifts—cooking, cleaning, childcare—were valued and necessary, but her deepest, strongest gift remained hidden. And the girl’s heart ached, for the starlight of her true gift seemed shrouded by the candles of lesser skills.
Even when she found others gifted with the same craft, her confusion grew. Was she sharing her gift to enrich others, or merely seeking glory? Why was her role so difficult to discover? For she longed to contribute to the statue.
Although her parents attempted to support her, their need of explanations undermined their efforts. For a gift that must be explained is lacking in power and usefulness.
The girl never doubted that her gift had power, for it was this gift, used by others, that uplifted her heart in dark times. Yet of what worth is power without a purpose?
She sits alone in the midst of crowds
Waiting for words to give an answer
She sits surrounded by unclouded memories
Waiting for words to give an answer
Her craft is tightly woven
Of hopes and dreams and fears
Her works are clutched against her chest
Of hopes and dreams and fears
She sits alone in the midst of crowds
Waiting for words to give an answer
She sits surrounded by unclouded memories
Waiting for words to give an answer
Her dreams are vast, her life is small
Yet imagination lends her wings
Her hopes may have risen too high
Yet imagination lends her wings
She sits alone in the midst of crowds
Waiting for words to give an answer
She sits surrounded by unclouded memories
Waiting for words to give an answer
But she wonders if anyone is listening
For her hundred paper hearts
What is a story without an audience
For her hundred paper hearts
She sits alone in the midst of crowds
Waiting for words to give an answer
She sits surrounded by unclouded memories
Waiting for words to give an answer
Maybe they are meant for an audience of One
The Word made flesh who dwelt among us
And I will wait for the answer
The Word made flesh who dwelt among us
Author's note: I was thinking about starlight and candlelight...they both are needed, only for different reasons.
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