Midnight Praise
I love these church tunes,
When I chant it, I feel as high as the moon.
I understand this meaning,
For my soul lacks the cleaning.
I have gone astray like a lost sheep,
I have gone in the deep,
With this beautiful praise,
I'm just in this certain phase.
Praising is like prayer,
Which has lots of layers.
Seek your servant,
It's great to chant it where it's fervant.
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