Cradle Of Splendid Glory Poem by Karen van Wyk

My father cradles me in splendid glory.
A universe of fantastic true stories.
A soul etched in stone.
His word, his glory owns.

Truth stands tall in tired eyes.
Calloused hands of daily woes.
Still, he stands.

His strength, all desire.
Lessons of hope fall free as rain.
Wisdom is close yearning to learn.
His fellow man stands in wonder.
His will shining, blinding those who look.

Wealth of friends and love.
My Father cradles me in splendid glory.
In a universe of fantastic true stories.
A simple man, with wisdoms voice.
Lucky, but not by choice.

My Father cradles me in splendid glory.
A universe of fantastic true stories.
My Father, a cradle of splendid glory.