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Well, here is a short little poem I just wrote.
Upon my heart, I feel his call,
The call of the Lord, with whom I will not fall.
The Lord over all, who surely reigns,
Who the world rejected, and inflicted it's pain.
As I walk through this world my spirit is tested,
But through my Lord I am never bested.
Although I am attacked by the enemies' hordes,
My heart shall never stop praising the Lord.
Upon my heart, I feel his call,
The call of the Lord, with whom I will not fall.
The Lord over all, who surely reigns,
Who the world rejected, and inflicted it's pain.
As I walk through this world my spirit is tested,
But through my Lord I am never bested.
Although I am attacked by the enemies' hordes,
My heart shall never stop praising the Lord.