IN PRAISE FOR GOD IN THE CHURCH


The boundaries of His world is whole
When much we wonder than to see
I see His love for the common world
Is made of light so bright at ease
His voice for the common literary man
Did spakes out fire which burns delight
For that learned heart and hungry soul
His touch has blessed in the end
And for the poet to feel His love
The day has smiled so easily of sence.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem



This Poems Story

A poet's short praise to God on Sunday.