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SingWhen the music begins to play in the earlier part of each day, I shall lift up my voice to sing. I know He is with me now as I slowly begin to bow... speaking softly to my Blessed King. This is a moment between us time spent with fairest Lord Jesus; I will thank Him for everything. On dark roads or in a wicked place I can look up and feel His Grace, protecting me under His wing. His armor shields me wherever I go. Jesus has taught me all that I know. Faith is what I need to bring. Our loving Lord gave my faith to me, revealed for the entire world to see as I lift up my voice to sing. Psalm 135:3 Praise the Lord; for the Lord is good: Sing praises unto his name; For it is pleasant. Julie Pisacane © 2005 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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