Child Of God Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Your words I'm hearing, said clear, from On High to glisten outwards, empowering over enlightenment, given exposure bright its glorious; outside a harsh world: known lies.

I see, coming towards me, in a far distant storm, thunder raging, feel its fierce high wind, approach me, thrilling its seen skies, beholding stmormy conditions; Your gentle love: of humanity.

I envisioned moments, as your calm wink, assuring cure sure of, is hot, super, in my mind's eye, seen total greatness, ultimate, stating facts, I no sight: surely it's a lost truth: I'm completely blind.

Your generous graces, overwhelms, gives joys to others, none like You, seek out them lesser; patience to love despite: be like You is my endeavor.

You're, as the season Spring, giving growth, blooming, touch no cold, freed inside, eared whisper, unto my life, a name all others; I don't hear: so high.