Child Of God Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Child Of God



I'm hearing your words, said clear, out from On High to glisten, empowering over, is this enlightenment, given forth its glorious exposure; facts outside a harsh world: known lies.

I listen, coming to me, a far distant storm, thunder raging, feel its fierce high wind, comes towards me, thrilling it is, its seen skies, beholding stormy conditions; Your gentle love: of humanity.

I envisioned moments, as your calm wink, assures it's sure of, is hot, super, in my mind put eye, its total greatness, ultimate, stating facts, I no sight: surely it's a lost truth: I'm completely blind.

Your generous graces, overwhelms, it to others gives joys, none like You, seek out You them lesser; patience to love despite: be like You is my endeavor.

You are, as the Spring, giving growth to me, blooming, rush of cold, that's freed inside, unto my life, eared whisper, a name all others; I don't hear: so high.

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Admiration to a brother: who is my Lord, my inner desire, its story of family, war by members: belittle. I do worship: called truth.
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(TPAC)  Alexander Coppedge

(TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Warrenton, North Carolina
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