Sunday Devotion

We come to recognize
Just one faith
And to honor one man
With wisdom and grace
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To pay allegiance
      To the Lord
Fore it is to He
For which we stand
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We stand eternally
    And to Thee
We must simly say
           Amen
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The people are singing
There is music in the air
With so much emotion
So-much fanfare
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There is so much Glory
Their is Glory in the air
The people are singing
Some of them just stare
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They are clapping their hand's
     Some are speaking in
        Tongue
A language only the annointed
      Even understand
And that is of The Father
     And the Holy Son
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Thy Will be done
As a tribute to man
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Then the call came
It was a call to be with
       Jesus
I was at His command
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Haled be Thy Name
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A man of the cloth
The man of the hour
He ensue' such a strength
He truly is Boss
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He wheel's such awsome power

              GF
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Kendrick Avatar
August 21, 2011 at 2:36 PM
Great testimony of your faith..Sara
Campi Avatar
August 19, 2011 at 2:55 PM
Quite an interesting poem. Sounds like you have a little of that old time religion here. Sometimes I like to gat away from the structured way many services go. I was never one versed in structured prayer, I prefer to talk to God in my own way. I am sure he understands. Take care, keep the faith,
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August 18, 2011 at 10:50 PM
wow! should i beware of this man in a cloth... mighty powerful... i am loving the way you handle the pen... are you on yahoo.... i need to know about your poem....
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