Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 17,389 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Praise The Lord - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Sincerity is a small feather
Rising on the wind of destiny
This is how faith survives
The fall… if your heart is breathy
Praise the lord.

Sincerity it isn’t a straitjacket
So don’t mock my or others call
It takes both an angel
And a devil to rise or fall
So with Sincerity, I praise the lord.

I, sap it up with love
And grow like an oak
Sincerity is no joke folk
Sincerity is a small feather
Rising on the wind of destiny
This is how faith survives
The fall… if your heart is breathy
Praise the lord.

Sincerity it isn’t a straitjacket
It’s your sword, so don’t mock it
So don’t mock my or others call
It takes both an angel
And a devil to rise or fall
So with Sincerity, I praise the lord.

Topic(s) of this poem: song


Comments about Praise The Lord by Mark Heathcote

  • Sranisha Francis Sranisha Francis (9/25/2015 12:47:00 AM)

    And a devil to rise or fall
    So with Sincerity, I praise the lord. Very thoughtful words for me. Devil can be overcome only y praising the Lord............. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 22, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014


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