Praise
Voices that resound in His ear,
The lion comes out of His lair,
Melodies from the world below,
They come from the high and the low.
Tears stream as they sing,
To him, their heart oblations they bring,
They show their gratitude,
A note-worthy attitude.
Voices arise like incense,
A sweet fragrance that heralds His presence.
Saints and sinners kneel in adoration,
A joyful celebration.
We’re moved when our praises are being sung,
To these singers, our deeds hung,
The sages say that praise is a chariot to the Divine,
I'll say praises are linkages that make souls intertwine.
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