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He hears my soul soar

I praise my God.
I sing to you, Lord.
I raise my voice high.
Hear my soul sing aloud.

To God will I sing.
Always for you, Lord.
Even when I go off-key.
My voice carries loud.

It is love that sings.
My love for God.
I catch their looks.
My voice not of angels.

Sigh. I cannot sing.
Many have told me.
But God doesn’t mind.
In His house I sing.

I avoid the choir.
I feel inferior.
Yet, to God I sing.
He hears my soul soar.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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