a person may do many things

to reach the stars above

they'll read and grow and care for those

who've no one else to love

and I believe that some just may

fly higher than the rest

if only they will set themselves

to do their very best

but human wings can only take

a person just so high

and everyone whose tried before

will sadly testify

that stars are those that live above

while mortals dwell beneath

and in between's a great divide

that striving cannot breach

but if you want to touch a star

I know another way

and if you have the ears to hear

I hope I might relay

a marvellous story that I heard

a little while ago

a story that is true, in fact

as history will show

there was a star which also wished

with people to commune

for as they suffered 'neath his gaze

his heart was not immune

but since they were just flesh and blood

and he a cosmic sun

he knew they'd have no fellowship

'less something great was done

and now I tremble to describe

the thing that happened next

for such a tale you'll never find

in any human text

the star forsook his distant home

and clothed himself in skin

and came and lived among us all

and loved us as his kin

but we despised his coming here

and took of him offence

as if it was with ill intent

he'd crossed the cosmic fence

and so we struck a fatal blow

to put the star to death

we pierced him through and hung him up

until he had no breath

but this is where the story turns

with wonderful surprise

for as he died his body made

a bridge that spanned the skies

and now that bridge is travelled well

by those who cannot fly

but make their way to heaven's throne

upon the star that died

now one more thing I hope to ask

of you who've read my rhyme

especially if you've heard the voice

of God between the lines

that you will try to guess the name

that's given to this star

and having guessed will ask of him