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

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