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Pocketing God's Praise

All praise is due to God, of this I'm sure
Only God is worthy , of this I know
All glory is due to God, all should know
Pocketing praise is bad, and needs a cure
Protecting what belongs to God, is fare
Proceeding without adjustments are rare
Professing with pockets full, death is sure

All praise seems glorious, of this I'm sure
Many feel they are worthy, this i know
All glory is due to God, all should know
Pocketing praise is bad, and needs a cure
Protecting once self, is much more then fare
Proceeding without adjustments are rare
Professing without pockets, life is sure

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