She has a majesty...but not her own,
for she shrinks in the cold night air.

She has a glory...but not her own,
she only shows His majesty.

Does she dream as we do in the
stillness of space, or has she
resolved herself to only His grace?

Does she groan with all of creation,
wanting nothing of controversy or
war? Does she see the scars on her surface
or are they largely ignored?

She is captivating in her fullness, and silent
in her darkest state...still she breathes a
relief when His light illuminates...her
heart once again.

Is she rock, is she mineral in her basic estate?
Is the bride still waiting on The Son for escape?
We must occupy and know the sufficience of His grace,
for to not acknowledge Him now...

     ...would be a timely mistake.

Looking up and loving the learning process! Kelly in Dallas