Sing Praises


Unto the Lord I sing praises,
with each string of the guitar
and the voice in my throat.
He has given me sonnets
meant to be sung out
over the land.
He has given me melodies
to help stir the mind
of the complacent.

Unto the Lord I sing with one voice.
If another joins
I have succeeded at little
for it is His words
lingering on my tongue.
I recite nothing more
than the prose of the prophets
and the psalms of David.

Unto the Lord I sing praises,
a chorus of saints and sinners
at my side,
instruments of faith
at the tips of their fingers.
Offered are notes
meant only for worship,
sung with the intimacy of prayer.




copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr


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