Glory

Glory… like the sun bursting through the darkness at dawn.

Glory… like a newborn showing the crown of head at birth.

My Glory is for you.

Glory… the anticipation of my presence.

Glory… the scene of my only son hanging on a tree.

Glory… the wind under the wings of the sparrow.

Glory… the first raindrop on a tin roof.

Glory… the sound of a lion’s roars leading its pack.

Glory… the sight of the prodigal finding his way back.

Glory… the sunflower dressed in its best.

Glory… the look in a mother’s eyes on her child’s first day of school.

Glory… the feel of independence for a people who themselves they now rule.

Glory… you walking in your identity as cosmic royalty.