Heaven’s light in a praying soul’s smile
There are no words that can beguile
The truth of which I speak
The wonder of communion with our Lord
He faced trials to be abhorred
Wounded and scoured for the sakes of His children, you and I
On a cross, He was sent to die
We are dear to His heart in every way
Let us draw near to the blood-stained cross
In the dawning of each new day
Or, as the curtain of twilight falls on every sunset
A paradise more wonderful than Kismet is promised to us
For it will be filled with His undying love
He, who gave the priceless gift from above.
Hi, everyone. I hoped that you enjoyed this poem. Constructive feedback is welcome. Also, I will be posting another Chapter of the Department Store Lion soon.