Unless the details of this life,
those structures of the things I see,
are faded by Your Glory-light,
take back-seat to Your Majesty,
my eyes will always think they’re true
and fool my senses, charm my mind;
thus taught, my vision makes of You
a lesser god of lowly kind.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Ahhhh–men! I have been moved to bowing my soul to my knees!
Wow. Thanks…
May we not do this – no lesser god for us!
Have a good week, Melody!
Thanks Maria! You, too!
Really good.
Thanks! 🙂
Nice poem.
Thank you!