Midnight Condensations
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Fit Praise
A new song sings my stammering heart
To shake from its malaise;
How many ways can words combine
To aptly sing Thy praise?
So may I trust praise-worthiness
To Him who made my tongue--
Who knows not just the song I sing
But heartsongs strewn among!
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