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
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