Then Sing My Soul (A Song) Poem by Dr John Celes

Then Sing My Soul (A Song)



Then sing my soul rejoicing much;
God is my Father; I'm his child;
He guides me with a loving touch;
I frolic like a little lamb.

The world in which I'm born was good;
But things have changed and look much worse;
The Lord gives me a pretty mood;
Why should I ever worry then?

I'm glad, a Christian good, I'm born;
Oh, what a priceless gift from God!
For sins of mine, His Son was torn
Upon the cross, and shed His blood.

Oh, what a loving God I know;
His love for man is infinite;
To Omnipotent God, I bow;
I'll keep His commandments all life.

God made me pot of special clay;
He fills it up to brim always;
I'm glad He uses me His way;
In peace, I'll spend my earthly days.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-2-2016

Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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