O Glory of God!
I feel the Holy Spirit's power
flowing through Your words.
Awestruck
my soul falls prostrate begging
Your for forgiveness.
O Lord of Host!
When I read Your verses,
I hear trumpets echoing taps and reveille;
I see the old heaven rolled up,
the old earth passed away,
and the new spread out.
Visit My Portfolio @
Writing.Com
No comments:
Post a Comment