Chime Of Glory Poem by Clekxy Toth

Chime of glory
How sweet is thy sound
The echo of thy love
Persisting in my heart its melody.
Every stroke you made,
A feasibility of peace.
Every harmony you made
The wisdom there in i can not resist.
You were...
No...
You are a noble vessel
And the oil there in
Never runs dry.
You fed my ignorance with your wisdom
You toiled and watered my dry heart
When i was in the desert of my fantasy
You reclaimed and moisten up my infertile soil.
And thy alterations the nutrient there in i gladly absorb.
You graded every particle in me
And made me retentive.
I could not resist the person you were
And the display of thy heart every one held so dear.
Even when i try to let it flood
I remember thy legacy and the value it worth.
Then i hold on the tears in my eyes not to flow.
O! that the words of my song will not mourn
O! that i will not curse this month.
Should i invite the birds for their ministration?
The will not meet up my expectations
Or should invite the angels
They also are waiting for your arrival.
Who should i run to when am drying?
Who will moisten up my dear soil again when it is reaching its wilting point?
Does God listen to my heart cry?
Does he feel the pain there in?
Why do i feel cold inside?
Or is that the palm of His hand inside to comfort?
If i was to fight Him
I will but to have my self cursed
If i was to offer my thanksgiving praise
I will but to just say everything about Him is great
And his plan over me is for good.
I will say to my soul
All things work for good to them that love Him.
And your departure i will but to gladly say Adieu
Till we meet to part no more.