Glory Poem by James Yarbrough

Glory



What a shame
We are so fragile,
and broken things
merely a wisper of a memory

This is what we are
such fragile things,
That dance oh glory,
For in this we are strong

For we are weak
But when we are weak,
Then he is strong
All for his glory

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