The One Thing
The One Thing
Shall I return with His gifts?
Or stay here and hide?
I remember not
where I came from,
I know no outside.
Glory to His kingdom!
His grace is boundless wide.
The only things
I asked for -
Were the only ones denied.
There are numbers, there are waves, and then there are colors.
There are definitives, there are uncertainities, and then there is magic.
The One Thing
Shall I return with His gifts?
Or stay here and hide?
I remember not
where I came from,
I know no outside.
Glory to His kingdom!
His grace is boundless wide.
The only things
I asked for -
Were the only ones denied.
Posted by
Pooja
at
10:32 PM
Labels: Poem - English, Waves
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