The Glory Of God Is Found... Poem by Brett White

The Glory of God is found in a child's smile,
And though I feel like I've walked many a mile, -
He has lifted me up on the wings of the Cherabim;
And together, they and I, in His Holy Light, swim.
When I cried out, "O Lord, I am lost! "
The Holy One saith, "Let travail not thy Soul Accost,
For in Truth, I hear the Lowliest afflicted voices,
Whom Mankind, in Pride, hast narrow'd all choices;
But limitless are the Graces of the Lord,
And assuredly, to the meek, His Spirit a Flaming Sword."
So my tears dry ere they even descend,
Lord God Above, in Time, allow my Soul to thee, ascend.