BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL
O' Lord, when I look at billowing sky,
And the fluffy clouds hovering to vie!
As I gaze at the stars twinkling as lyre
My soul lifts to the heights as I admire!
O' Lord, when I hear roaring waves at shore,
As tides wash away castles of sand, no more
As I savour the misty fragrance of the winds
My heart shed tears of joy in awe of the King!
O' Lord, when I smell the hyacinth and lilies
Rival the bloom of roses, daisies of edelweiss,
As the parched land turns to oases of paradise
My mind reminisces the sweetness that suffice!
All days are your days, all my days are yours,
Creator of totality; thus everything is Thine
My all in all, Mystery to behold by that gate!
Let my tounge praise you and never to fade!
All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail
(As usual our Cynthia's golden pen has presented us another beautiful Poem even in her busy time ! Thanks) New World