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Spare Me The GlorySpare me the glory, spare me the praise please, For the praise and glory don't belong to me but they belong to Love Himself, After all, what is praise without Love Himself, what is the glory without His grace and mercy? I am nothing without His love, His grace, and His mercy, and I am very weak without His admonishments whenever I go astray, I really need Him to please tell me to STOP whenever I need to be put back into place, For no matter how much I grow, no matter how holy I become, and no matter how much I sin not, I'd still want to be told to STOP by God and all of His people! So please spare me the glory and spare me the praise, for praise without Love is just insecurity!! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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