The Little Star is a poem I had written years ago. I have my star up in the sky, shining down on me. God has named my star a special name. It had been shining down on me the day I was born. Up in the sky, it shines love. When I go, it will fall to the ground. God will gather me in his arm; I am a special star to him. Shining his love on me. When I look up at the sky, I know he's there for me. Writing comes from your heart. When you feel love and have tears come, writing comes from your soul. I would like children to know their star is there. Up in the sky.