as a child…

Gilded chandeliers on high Columns reaching to the sky Centuries old this wondrous sight I wonder what God sees… Golden statues, candles’ flames Crowds that come and say The Name None to folly, none to blame I wonder what God sees… Folded hands, heart open wide Searching soul with closed eyes Praying words too deep to hide I’m thinking this God sees… …this young child kneeling there hands held out folded in prayer, kneeling down and casting cares I’m thinkingRead more