Who Hasn'T Seen His Glory
Before nothing stopped me
from having unlimited fun,
forgetting how I breathed...
because He let me live freely;
somehow, I would see how wrong
and silly was my thinking,
never looking beyond things not questioned,
kicking stones for rage and moving forward!
Who hasn't seen His glory
won't understand the peacefulness inside,
the flowing water that washes away sins;
who hasn't seen His glory
can't be stripped of all human pride,
can't unbury his soul from the ugly grins!
Before in the rush of mundane things
I didn't hear a single bell ringing joyfully,
the gothic cathedral was a fathom that scared me,
I looked away and refused to enter with humility;
it's within those walls that one hears heavenly voices!
Who hasn't seen His glory
is not aware that joy can
change the dark side of everything,
why be afflicted by pain and wander aimlessly?
Prayer restores every soul and makes it wholly;
who hasn't seen His glory
will remain hopeless and thread
his useless days on roads that never lead
to happiness and Heaven;
who'll be climbing the long stairway singing?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2022
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