What monument to thee, my God, could convey thy grandeur,
What lofty height of man’s design impart thy grace,
What sparkling glass reflect thy splendor,
Or carvéd rock reveal thy face?
Such follies do men build for thee,
And treasure stores amass,
To mimic thy heavenly beauties
Which all earthly work surpass.
No, no monument to thee will I offer
Nor semblance of thy state will I effect,
But thy image marked on me to all I proffer
In hope thy vessel thou wilt perfect.
I was in bed with the lights off trying to put myself into a happy dreaming attitude and had to get up out of bed to work on this some more. Grumble, grumble, grumble...Great. Now the phone's ringing! Aaargh!!
4 comments:
I'm still liking it.
I'm planning to steal this and use as part of this week's WB lesson. We're studying the OT lesson this time.
One more thing: I liked the lines you added as transition, but I liked the first version of the second stanza better. So that's the way I'll steal it. Guess that's "stealer's choice."
Took the stolen poetry to WB last night, and there were only three others present. But, when I presented it at the appropriate moment they fell in love with it. So much so that they want you to submit it to WB gleanings. If you would like to do so, and I hope you will, let me know. I also gave a copy to Rev. Jane A. who was at the requiem last evening.
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