Child Of God Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I've seen your glorious exposure, glistening to light, out On High, over powering enlightenment outside world known lie.

I hear far raging distance thunder, feel fierce high wind, see its stormed sky giving Your gentle love of.

Your calm wink and sure of eye, know you is this ultimate greatness, put mind sight is surely blind.

Your giving grace is for enjoyment, patience to aid those lesser, none so high, be like you is my endeavor.

You're blooming spring, and rushing cold inside, do, to say, to me a name all others, I don't hear so high.