My God, my God… gone Your fallen star,
One life of a sinner You made holy,
By Your grace You helped him walk this far,
Now he’s gone as Your fallen star.
When I think back about my life,
What have I done since I’ve been saved?
Each day living, breathing like a novice,
Looking ahead, everyday is closer to the grave,
Will I ever be like Your fallen star?
Every breathe You give me, I thank you,
I put my trust in You, my Hope,
You are the One who I call for rescue,
Please take my hand til the end of my rope,
Take me with You like the gone fallen stars.
This poem is dedicated to R.C Sproul and other God’s fallen ones.