Today I write a letter and release it with a balloon.
It will float away and land somewhere way beyond the moon.
I write a letter to Heaven and know my Dad will see.
My spirit reads like a book through every galaxy.
No matter where this string, paper and plastic may land,
I know the words ultimately lie in my God's hand.
So what, what to say?
To you Dad, of course, Happy Birthday.
But to you, My Lord, I thank you.
You took my Dad in and made all things new.
With this, I send my letter to the King.
May you open the Heavens and charge our spirits to sing.
This special day, I remember you.
What you know now. See now. Feel now. If I only knew.
I'll get there. But there's still much to do.
When it is done, I'll be apart of your Heavenly crew.
There is so much that I could say.
But if I say anything, let it be this: Jesus, thank you so much for making a way.
All I may write, The Lord knew before my pen had it's start.
For He has already read every word written upon my heart.
