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Jan 2015
My mouth has nothing to tell you o God
For I  am weak in keeping words of mine.
A year today I made a promise to end sin.
To only whistle tunes that sweet your mind.
And greatly love my neighbours like myself.
But 'fore the dusk of that',I broke those vows.
From January first to Decemb thirty-first,
I only wishtle tunes for mine interest alone.
My body's temple of your holy ghost
but sins did parasited me as their hosts.
My tongue was heavy to expose the lies.
That resolution failed and I,also failed.
Now to you God,the Father I resolve;
To firmly give myself to you as sacrifice
So that now henceforth I'll live in you
So that my shame will equally be yours
And mine triumphant shall remain your own
I'll not depend on any pow'r of mine
But on your power,mercy,love and grace.
#WhistleTheFlute
CORNEL PUNK
Written by
CORNEL PUNK  NSUKKA,ENUGU STATE
(NSUKKA,ENUGU STATE)   
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   Lior Gavra
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