The Glory ( a poem of inspiration)
Is to our God...the glory, straight from the heart of that aged old story,
Whether shared by word of mouth, or scripted, well, in its category.
Yes, there was a creator...for those that were so created, are to be,
As a galaxy spins in deepest space...are products, each star. we see.
Birds, from mothering eggs, blades of grass to be spawned from seeds,
Each a gathering of finest array, supplied, in their most colorful needs.
The gold of all the treasures of old...diamonds of the blackest night's sky,
No equals to this benevolence ...a gift of precious life, none may so deny.
The greatest glory, to our God, our Creator... most grand maker of us all,
Foundation of the highest mountains, giving life to the great and the small.
A presence to quell the fiercest storm, brings peace to the homes of men,
Weathering the wrongs and blames of all, in forgiveness...to try once again.
All glory to God...the rock of this world, our progenitor, and on the most high,
As we serve him and live, sinful ways to forgive, a celestial home...by and by.
Each has their own belief and mistakes, a goodness, or of an evil to portray,
The sweet breath of life, gained from our strife, love's lesson shall never betray.