This is my first song (3rd poem) in a series of direct religious poems that i'm doing. I have to work on the rhymes in the poems a little better because they seems a little immature, but I like the song.
Light shines down, on this holy place.
The house of God, is filled with grace.
None will trespass, all are welcome in.
To bathe in purity, to free them of sin.
Chorus:
and the face of God,
is left unseen.
Yet despite our wrong,
He is smiling.
Through our misery, he guides us in hand.
A stroke so gentle, Knowing we will understand.
He is the wisest, knowing all among us.
If we know not infinite, why, in him, can't we trust?
*chorus*
We torn around, and we try to run away.
But he is there, to keep us everyday.
Like so many thing in life, He can mean so much.
God is always with us, God is with us.
*chorus*
...He is smiling.
The bad grammer is accidentally intentional.
