What Glory

What Glory Yes, we just met, but we are friends... you tell me so, so I will know. How can that be? You say...,you see? This is mine, and that is yours, why would you care... if it is fair? Yet you call me every day. You tell me all is well, and I will be, okay. Are you paid, are you rewarded, for your work, and your time? Could it be... more than a dime? Now I will answer you, there are a few... Friends, are what they say they are, they can climb a stair, or catch a star. They stand in the way, of the storm of the day, and pray. Fame, and forever... are brothers, but they have different paths. One leads to the road full of cheer, the other will last... year after year. God is the Glory, of every circumstance. To stand in his light, is worth the fight, to sing his praises, to the highest height.