doxology.

A poem of praise. Let everything that has breath, praise His Holy Name.

You are good to us.
Showers from above are your blessings everyday.
We are small.
You are. Big.
Yet you fit in us so well.
From the day we crawl
to the day we draw-
our last breath.
A mother's caress.
A father's correction.
We love you.
But not like you love us.
We are shallow
And you are deep.
And you keep, keep, keep.
For us its a "leap of faith,"
But for you its the ability to create.
Perfection. Its natural in every sense.
But it goes to waste
When we communicate
Our lust and hate from our wicked, twisted soul.
Your power will make us whole,
Yes one day we will be full.
Filled with your celestial mercy and eternal
conceptual existence we do not, cannot,
understand.
Yes, Lord. Your brand will set us apart.
We have a part in your kingdom.
This life in only the start.
Why you love us, Lord,
And how you ever could love us, Lord,
Remains to be a mystery.
But our shallow minds will ever be faithful
And thankful.
Wake us from our lull, oh Holy One,
All great, powerful, ever loving God we proudly serve!
All Glory, Honor, Power is Yours and forever will be-
Yours. And let every body proclaim:
Hallelujah!
Amen.