The Gloria Story
Gloria, sparkling vines and flowers you bear,
we hold you up for all to see and share.
Glory is in thy sight,
sparkling in the light,
blossoms delicate and bright,
we must place you on the tree just right,
hoping for a backdrop of winter’s snowy whites.
Ebony oval of the morning,
noon and night.
Gloria, beauty is they name,
may your triumph ever reign.