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 https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author