Glory to Your Name

A Poem, By Joy Aletheia Stevens

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I cannot, Lord, express Your glory,
And so my life becomes this story:
Only to always say “Holy, Holy.”
Holy to Your name.
I am not the same.

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Oh Lord Your indescribable beauty,
My soul, my mind, have but one duty,
My life this sacrifice of wonderful cruelty,
To bring Glory to Your name.
Your glory I’ll proclaim.

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In quiet whispers and loud proclamations,
Over rooftops and before nations,
In silent steps and stilled motion,
Your glory my life will proclaim.
A sacrifice to Your Holy Name.

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And as the rain wets my face,
My parched heart comes face to grace.
Saturated is me, whom You’ve chased.
And I am so changed.
I am not the same.

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Glory to Your Name.

~Joy Aletheia Stevens

Photo Credit: “Let the Rain Wash Away All the Pain of Yesterday” by martinak15 (CC BY 2.0)