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I raise a Hallelujah every day Sonnet
As the bow dances gently on the strings,
a great Hallelujah is being born,
Sublime whispers land on the angels' wings,
far away, softly cries the old brass horn.
Many unseen choirs sing a song of praise,
A thankful heart is writing a poem,
God smiles from heaven through the warm sun rays,
I smile back, so happy that I know Him.
Amazing Grace resounds in the valley,
Never-ending echo of His blessings,
His Song I forever proudly carry,
The Song of Love on my violin strings.
I'll raise a Hallelujah every day,
as long as I will live and I can pray.
poem
by
Marius Alexandru
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