Glory

The thunder of a crashing wave
The Burning sky of a sunset
A million bright white stars
    pasted on a black sky
The force of a hurricane wind
The beating of a thousand drums

    It's glory
    It's glorious
    It's my powerful magnificence in creation
    It's my creator having fun

I want to see it all
I can't miss a thing

By:  Roger Harkness

 
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