Poetry

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Glory! Glory! To the King on High
Is what you hear them say;
Their praise is their job
They must do it everyday.

The Angels bow down
And give Him praise;
They sing a song
And their hands they raise.

They have no choice
For this is what they were created to do;
Me on the other hand have free will
So I do it for a reason that is so true.

God has truly been good to me
In spite of all my mess;
He has made ways for me
And given me His best.

So, I lift my hands
Because of His kindness;
And, I do a dance
Because of His greatness.

For every storm
He has shielded me;
For every blessing
He has given me.

The Angels have a job
And they do it so well;
But I have a reason
And my soul compels.




DivinelySpoken

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