His love is like the sky
So vast and never ending
His love is like the stars
So unreal and so unending
His presence like the touch
Of a Father to his child
His presence like the warmth
Of a Mother's loving smile
So much He is like warmth
From the summer's glowing sun
So much He is like solace
When your world has come undone
So much He is like rains
And the clouds from which they fall
So much He is for everyone
The strong, the weak, the small
Christ is more than words can claim
He's more than one short poem
And I'll never know quite how much
Until the day that I go home
Copyright © 2012 Ryan Bitters
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