I'm shorter than I'm supposed to be

I was going to write a letter today
But I don’t have God’s address
I wanted to tell him that I hope I didn’t upset him with my impossibities
I know that’s not a word but I can’t think of any other way to describe it
See, it’s a particular star that I wanted
I have only seen it walk across the night sky a few times
Last night I waited for it
I paced back and forth in my backyard watching to see when it would reveal itself
After hours it did
And well, I reached for it but my arms were too short
I stretched with every muscle and fiber in my body but I couldn’t reach it
I’m not sure when it will return
There is no schedule or calendar to let me know
So… I’m not sure what to do
Could you…have God to call me
Or do you know his address
I really want to give him this letter
It’s not that I need to be better
I’m satisfied with who he made me to be
Just concerned
A little confused maybe
I don’t know
Maybe it’s not a concern at all
Just want to say to God
If you wanted to me touch the sky
What was your reson for making me so small
That’s all
Do you have his address?...