ALL OF THIS FROM A HOLY PLACE

The sunsets in the early morn,
The choir of birds chant to their unborn.
The warm breeze whips across my face
All of this, from a Holy Place.

The sky is blue with snowy clouds,
The city streets laden, with crowds.
A sinner is drawn, now full of grace
All of this, from a Holy Place.

The dying man, the sickly child,
A church full of Saints, all compiled.
Man and woman from a different Race
All of this, from a Holy Place.

The sea, so blue, breathtaking to the eye,
The quiet bayou, where Cranes fly.
The Desert sand, unending space,
All of this, from a Holy place.

A sinner lost, a cross bore Christ,
His blood was shed, that was the price.
we all deserve hell, but some are given grace.
All of this, from a Holy Place