How Gracious Though Art

I watched as your robe flowed past your knee I gasped as you came closer to me A King and Creator, who would have known That for His creation, He would bend from His thrown Your eyes they twinkle and shine When you laugh it sounds like a river to me I sit and wonder time and again Why would a King choose to be my friend? I may never quite know the answer I seek But that is fine with me As long I can watch your robe of light flow As you bend to come and listen to me. Chantelle 2 August 2021