There Is
There Is.
There is the sun and the moon
and the warmth of the soul.
Where God dwells there in
and covers all our sins.
Asking us not to do so again
but repent and ascend.
To heavenly gates that welcomes
us to his home in its no end.
Where words of praise are heard
to omnipotent power and glory.
All to his amen.
Copyright © John Hardison | Year Posted 2020
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