Sing In His Praise

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I breathed heavily As it pinched me really Nothing could save me From feeling easy and free I did harm to some one In fact it was known to none Yet I felt it with deep remorse I was awakened by divine force Who am I to cause trouble? Why someone should be made to struggle? What good it may deliver? I felt bad and shivered I took vow not to repeat Looked toward sky and accepted defeat Not more such things in future I needed soul to reassure In this holy moth I took vow Knell down honestly and bowed The sanctity of holy views followed Prayed almighty for good conduct to be allowed I feel suddenly relieved As I have often believed God does help to that sincere human being Who wants to repent and in His praise sing?

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