Grace and Glory
Walls confine the wholesome beauty there,
jealous that another's eyes might see
the colors regimented and displayed
in season, as blossoms are set free.
The innocents who watch with children's eyes,
the lovelorn, yet with faith still burning,
the dispossessed, and yet with hope alive
will pray, revitalize their yearning.
A blanket for their griefs and sorrows,
comfort for the lost and brokenhearted,
peace the unrepentant cannot know.
A haven where these hungry souls may go
to guarantee their sanctified tomorrows,
from grace and glory never to be parted.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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