A Lesser God

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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.

Night-Time Gazing

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Night-time gazing overhead

puts daily turmoil into place,

inky depths on silken thread

define the infinite of space;

and while my tears in silence fall,

I am but one on cosmic plane;

galaxies count such sorrows small –

I am but single link in chain.