Glory, glory, glory, glory
glory be to God
all the earth reflects his glory
daily to applaud
There are places never conquered
depths of oceans never seen
yet the smallest reed or blossom
holds great secrets in its gene
Who can fathom stars or planets
who can measure space and time
who can conquer the unconquered
or express in words or rhyme
Lowly creatures in the woodland
little babes in mothers laps
understand and trust their maker
while the prudent fall in traps
Blessed are the ones still seeking
for that answer only found
in the heart of our creator
lifting them to higher ground
Glory, glory, glory, glory
glory be to God
all the earth reflects his glory
daily to applaud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'The smallest seed or blossom holds great secrets in it's gene', spiritual, beautiful