"The warmth through the glow,
cast upon your face,
so does God himself bestow,
His love on every race.
Though either red, black, yellow, or white,
you are precious in His sight.
Though no matter who you are,
His love is never far.
So dear chilren of the king,
we may praise him when we sing,
with laughter or with tears,
He takes away our fears.
the warmth that we feel,
he holds us tightly still.
when we are alone at night,
he says we always being in his sight.
so dear sisters and brothers in him,
come and praise his name,
so we lift our hearts to sing,
Holy Holy O great King.
So...
The warmth through the glow,
cast upon your face,
so does himself bestow,
His love of every race."
here is a poem I wrote...I am not that much of a poetry person, but I could not help writing to this picture. I hope it is a blessing to you.
~Hannah
