It is Clear
The whole of God's creation brings Him praise.
Greatest Lord, most wonderful, all knowing.
Self fades in an oblivion of haze,
is lost...and still you hope that none is showing.
A most amazing presence fills the place,
peaceful, yet, as lightning, bursting power.
Smileof utter joy lights each human face.
That recognition strikes; this His finest hour.
Always, as His promise, God most loyal,
sees our every need, making provision.
The lowliest of faithful becomes royal.
World schisms fall, no glory in division.
Smiling...and the Gospel's clearly stating,
backcomes our Lord, for His obedient, waiting.
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Bryant H McGill
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