by Jeffrey T. Bender
Oh light of the East
What wonder doth I behold upon the morn?
A beauty my eyes doth rarely partake.
The glory of God in all His splendor.
A picture of awe He paints 'cross the sky
In hues of glorious white, red, and blue.
'Tis hard to believe that such a marvel exists.
I sit in amazement, and think of His face.
My soul is aflame, with His amazing grace.
With smile upon my lips, I bask in its warmth.
Whilst light fills the world, bringing life to my eyes.
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Fountain, Colorado
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2007-2011
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Last updated September 08, 2011