Working in an urban school can have its challenges. I try to stay in a place where I can fellowship with the Lord. I'm not always successful. This poem is my prayer.
A Private Place
Keep me in that place of praise,
High above all murmurings,
Where music plays and angels sing,
Their songs unto their King.
Fill my mind with thankfulness,
Offering sacrifices all the day.
Incense burning, lamps stay lit,
In my private place of praise.
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