Ode to Him
(poems go here) I celebrate the Lord, and sing His praise,
And what He teaches I shall believe,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to Him.
I pray and invite my soul,
I worship and pray through the day remembering my Creator.
My tongue, every cell of my being, formed from dust, in Eden,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same,
And their parents formed by God,
I, now seventeen years old in growing faith begin,
Hoping to cease not even in death.
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