One Most Being Poem by Ellen Mendez

On the moment that your tears would fall,
On Him you should only crawl
On your tongue that full of spices,
On your heart that turns to pieces

In every single day that comes,
In every sadness and joy that grows
In every light that fades,
In Him nothing but crowns

Every cry is precious,
Every tears are gracious,
Every fear are glorious,
Every shame are pleases

On Him that gives light,
On Him that gives bright,
On Him that gives delight,
On One most being's might