God's Guitar
When I heard the sound of God's guitar,
my ears pulsated down
to my shoes,
oh Lord,
I trembled with knees slapping as my
soul curled up and fried
my spirit, Glory
scored.
I began thumping my feet as if I was
going to Heaven to be blessed
with the tune of
wonders,
God's strings are pretty, soft and loud,
I pray He strums forever, continues
picking , no sacred
blunders.
Yorktown Disciple
When I heard the sound of God's guitar,
my ears pulsated down
to my shoes,
oh Lord,
I trembled with knees slapping as my
soul curled up and fried
my spirit, Glory
scored.
I began thumping my feet as if I was
going to Heaven to be blessed
with the tune of
wonders,
God's strings are pretty, soft and loud,
I pray He strums forever, continues
picking , no sacred
blunders.
Yorktown Disciple
# 11630
Quatrain of God's Guitar - 11630 - Yorktown Disciple
My
ears
pulsated
ears
pulsated
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