Poetry

Glory be to God for beautiful things,
for all joy and love that live brings,
for skies on fire when the day dies,

for being part of the human race,
instead of being in another perfect place,
for giving man the capacity of own choice
than being just a creature searching for Your grace.

Glory be to God who comprehends
where men’s minds ends
and controls circumstances set

and when I do not understand
are of things are unaware
please do not stop Your loving care.