Some of us make a show of love.
Some of us don't at all.
Some of us need to see the love
but in some of us,
it's already installed.
And then there are some,
that regulate their love
and some of us,
aren't that small.
I don't think,
God wants to hear our Bugle,
or hear our Violin.
I don't think,
he wants to hear us Harping on
but I'm sure he loves to hear us sing.
When we sing His praises in a crowd.
When we sing His name out loud.
When we sing with a love,
that has no bounds.
That's when we feel a love,
that's sound.
That's when we feel a love,
that drowns.
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