Greg Oosterhouse Poems

I write like my pen is annointed.
With each pen stroke, evil becomes disjointed.
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Do not be afraid to tell of your troubles,
Otherwise, they may trap you in a bubble.
Bring them to the Lord, and He'll vanquish them.
Then you will receive great blessings on the double!
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The darkness has given way to light.
Those demons I no longer have to fight.
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Let the Lord expose your sin,
And be released from the evil within.
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Lord, thank You for exposing me,
And the sin that was enclosing me.
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To the Lord, put nothing beside and nothing before.
For only He is worthy to receive your praise galore.
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Great and powerful barriers are busted.
My heart becomes un-encrusted,
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Here's to the pen, which is guided by the heart.
It shapes words into wondrous works of art.
Let us tip our glasses in tribute
To the one thing that gives our poems their start!
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Here's to the heart, the poet's brain, the spirit's ear.
It tells our pens to write words true and dear.
Let us tip our glasses in tribute
And rise with a thunderous cheer!
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Come all people, and sing
Of the love and mercy of the King.
Lift your praises up high,
And receive the gifts that doing so will bring!
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