As I kneel to pray
Loud noises in my heart
One calls me prey
And breaks my heart
But louder a voice
Calling me to kneel
How stop I this noise
Each time I feed my zeal
The voice forgets not
All secrets done or thought
It rides to South and North
Just to bring guilt my thought
Louder the voice of praise
And in my heart, Grace
Let the voice of praise get louder and may His grace be sufficient for you. Nice poem.
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Grace