Carolyn Arends

Reaching

Carolyn Arends


There's a time I can recall 
Four years old and three feet tall 
Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar 
And both were out of reach 
And later on in my high school 
It seemed to me a little cruel 
How the right words to say always seemed to stay 
Just out of reach 
Well I should not have thought it strange 
That growing causes growing pains 
'Cause the more we learn the more we know 
We don't know anything 
But still it seems a tragic fate 
Living with this quiet ache 
The constant strain for what remains 
Just out of reach 

Chorus 
We are reaching for the future 
We are reaching for the past 
And no matter what we have we reach for more 
We are desperate to discover 
What is just beyond our grasp 
But maybe that's what heaven is for 

There are times I can't forget 
Dressed up in my Sunday best 
Trying not to squirm and to maybe learn 
A bit of what the preacher preached 
And later lying in the dark 
I felt a stirring in my heart 
And though I longed to see what could not be seen 
I still believed 
I guess I shouldn't think it odd 
Until we see the face of God 
The yearning deep within us tells us 
There's more to come 
So when we taste of the divine 
It leaves us hungry every time 
For one more taste of what awaits 
When heaven's gates are reached 

Repeat chorus 

I believe that's what heaven is for 
There's a time I can recall 
Four years old and three feet tall 
Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar 
And both were out of reach