Who Alters
Who alters the skies
To form sleep time
To form wake time
The Great God of it all
Who alters that rain
Should cool too hot sunny days
Only the Great God of all
I've hear of him
Seen his power
Seen his wonders.
© gillena cox 2025
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Gillena, why is it so comforting not to *know* when it comes to the weather? Maybe some of that hot sunny weather can be sent this way. I'm tired of being cold all of the time.
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Amen, Gillena! ❤️
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Lovely poem, Gillena.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Arcadia
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Ain't it so comforting to know who's doing that! Lovely, Gillena. 💙
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A hymn of praise, Gillena.
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We need to be able to praise the weather even when the weather don't allow us.
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Gillena, your poem feels both mysterious and awe-inspiring, with a sense of reverence for divine forces.
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David
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Thanks for your appreciation David
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Thanks for your appreciation Dwight
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Thanks for your appreciation Yvette
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