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?