Post by CHRISSY SIGGEE on Jun 3, 2009 4:10:25 GMT -5
Glimpses of His Glory
Spring has replaced the winter’s frosty dawn;
Birds return with sounds reclaimed—
Their brilliant colours grace the skies.
Honey-suckle scent lingers in the air!
Buds burst open to reveal their hidden treasure
Amid the shades of a rainbow, flowers flourish.
Butterflies dance from blossom to bloom,
Trees announce the season with tender leaves—
Like fingers, they point towards the heavens.
Distant roar of an aircraft engine
Threatens to steal the tranquil peace—
I smile at the sunshine and capture its warmth.
O Lord, this is a new day!
I breathe in your freshness
And walk in your truth;
I stand in your righteousness,
Kneel in your holy presence,
And take in a glimpse of your glory.
© Chrissy Siggee
Spring has replaced the winter’s frosty dawn;
Birds return with sounds reclaimed—
Their brilliant colours grace the skies.
Honey-suckle scent lingers in the air!
Buds burst open to reveal their hidden treasure
Amid the shades of a rainbow, flowers flourish.
Butterflies dance from blossom to bloom,
Trees announce the season with tender leaves—
Like fingers, they point towards the heavens.
Distant roar of an aircraft engine
Threatens to steal the tranquil peace—
I smile at the sunshine and capture its warmth.
O Lord, this is a new day!
I breathe in your freshness
And walk in your truth;
I stand in your righteousness,
Kneel in your holy presence,
And take in a glimpse of your glory.
© Chrissy Siggee