As the sun rises
your mercies are renewed.
As the sun peaks in the sky
You watch in desperation.
You wait on a side of malleable glass
only I can walk through.
When the sun sleeps
the moon is sent to guide me.
Ever watching, all knowing, beautiful, and powerful
are you, God.
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Hi Y'all,
Here's another poem.
~ B. Whetstone
