Align Thy Soul To God's Purest Zenith Poem by Brett White

Align thy Soul to God's purest Zenith,
Even tho' it's easier to follow the tide down,
The Rewards will burst forth like a Phoenix,
Whose true beauty must not e'er be held down.
And Difficult's the path of True Soul Growth,
Sharpest thorns on the Loveliest Red Rose;
Integrity to All must be thine Oath;
Understand all of thy Secrets, God knows.
Yet He judges ye not, and doth forgive,
All thy Follies as tho' they were His own.
Forgive ye too and in His Spirit live,
Because thro' God's Light, In Joy, thou hast grown!
As Strong as White Lillies in Blissful May,
As Long as the Smile on a newborn's Face;
With more Glee than children--Best Friends--who'll play,
Together in Summer, with such True Grace.
Always Forgive, even when it's a Chore,
And thy Soul's Colour shall Always stay Pure.