Praising Him
I sing Him praises throughout the day,
Gentle admiration for what He might say…
If He knows the depths of my heart and soul,
His loving praises from me seem to flow.
Words of joy spring from my inner voice,
Short, sweet tributes to Him who is my choice …
In hopes that He will always know of my love,
Which I am certain springs from up above.
Signs that I chose to give of myself freely,
My absolute best is what I give ideally…
With a pure, honest faith that He will always embrace,
I am so very thankful for His eternal grace.
Despite all my worst deeds, He continues to provide,
Reassurance that I’m blessed so long as in Him I do abide…
Always discerning the best that He grants to my soul,
Reflections of the cross forever in control.
Alive, like His word, my worship of Him delights,
Taking my heart and soul to wondrous heights…
Fulfilling my greatest needs to show Him my feeling,
The hope, joy and peace that come from kneeling.
Believing in Him so deeply that I praise Him unceasingly,
Helps me to get through each of my days pleasingly…
Discovering endless promises written down by His pen,
Celebrated freely by those long ago wise men.
It is with thanksgiving I come unto him on my knees,
Whispering my prayers that I so hope do please…
Giving back whatever I can with all that I have inside,
From the depths of my spirit where he does reside.
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