Child Of God Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

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.