His Glory
God's beauty reigns, not only in sunshine's hue
The dark night sigh, its breath so calm
Provide shelter to a weary soul
The field is plain no color green
The night bird sings to flowers gowns
Their silhouettes make the trees giant
To the little creatures that work all night
In the midst of silence my spirit liven
What a bliss to see His grace
Sans color, sans sound
It doesn't make a difference
My deepest thoughts console my soul
As it brings me to a world very familiar
Yet further seen by the human eyes
My eyes, oh my eyes, a mere solace, a mere part
For my heart have long ago unite with the world divine
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She can't be captured, she's like the breeze wafting gently
She's like a painting, composed of many colors
She's like porcelain: dainty, lacey, shaped of beauty
She is a wonder, a song, a flight of imagination
She's a story, overflowing with surprises, waiting to be told
She's to be cherished and treasured
She is a pearl of great price
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