Luke 2:14

Who are we to hoard Your glory,
close it in earth’s cluttered halls–
when it was made to echo
through the heavens’ vast expanse?

Who are we to try and grasp
the splendor that is Yours alone–
as if by clinging we could steal
one glimmer of Your brilliance?

Who are we to pilfer praise
When every alleluia boasts Your fame–
except the chorus that adores You and
sings glory to Your precious, saving Name?

© Leigh McLeroy 2004