NO MORE IDOLS
Lord live in my heart
without any rival,
strip all my vices
be my one survival.
My cowardly heart longs
to be unleashed,
Lord the issue is
my faith must
be increased….
To believe that You
are my highest pleasure,
To seek You
like a pirate searches
for treasure.
To give up all idols
That crowd Your throne,
I should guard
Your seat
as Yours alone.
Ignore my folly
of not being aware,
and my high expectation
that,You should share.
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NO MORE IDOLS
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