Sunday, May 2, 2010
My Praise
Shout joyfully to the LORD, all the earth;
Break forth in song, rejoice, and sing praises...
Let the sea roar, and all its fullness,
The world and those who dwell in it;
Let the rivers clap their hands;
Let the hills be joyful together before the LORD.
~ Psalms 98:4,7-8 (NKJV)
The whole multitude of the disciples began to rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for all the mighty works they had seen, saying:
" 'Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the LORD!'
Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!"
And some of the Pharisees called to Him from the crowd, "Teacher, rebuke Your disciples." But He answered and said to them, "I tell you that if these should keep silent, the stones would immediately cry out."
~ Luke 19:37-40 (NKJV)
My Praise
Well before dawn can be perceived on the eastern horizon, a cacophony of birdsong begins to rise heavenward to greet the light, the melody of rain its accompaniment.
Such song of praise to a loving Creator likewise compels my praise, which is wholly inadequate, and something more of an aching sigh.
These words come close to the sound of that sigh.
Lord, I wish I could praise You with adequate words
But You leave me speechless
And I so long to sing You the song You deserve
But it would be endless
I long to move Your heart
To bring You something new
To tell how great You are
Till my praise to You
Is like an ocean breeze blowing on Your face
Like a summer sun with its warm embrace
Like a gentle rain plays a symphony
That's what I want my praise to be
Like a fragrant rose in the early spring
Like an eagle soars when it spreads its wings
Whatever, Lord, You may need from me
That's what I want my praise to be
To You
Everything I could give, You already possess
Lord, I'm so unworthy,
I'm just one of the millions to stand and confess
And yet still You hear me
Your heart is open wide
You long for what I bring
I pray somehow You'll find this simple offering
Is like an ocean breeze blowing on Your face
Like a summer sun with its warm embrace
Like a gentle rain plays a symphony
That's what I want my praise to be
Like a fragrant rose in the early spring
Like an eagle soars when it spreads its wings
Whatever, Lord, You may need from me
That's what I want my praise to be
To You
Oh I want my praise to be
Like the breeze, the sun, the spring
Oh I want my praise to be
Like the eagle spreads its wings
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"My Praise" by Phillips Craig and Dean lyrics © 2003 Sparrow Records
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Beyond beautiful sis, love you.
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ReplyDeleteSuch song of praise to a loving Creator likewise compels my praise, which is wholly inadequate...
...i'd echo that sentiment
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Sounds like perfect praise to me.
ReplyDeleteI was born singing, I think, and if God wills, will die doing the same. I experience life mostly in sound: the rhythm of our days, the tenor of voices. I can't wait to hear the music of heaven, when I think the signing will burst forth in just the right songs to sing of God's goodness.
ReplyDeleteGod bless you today, Anne!
Denise ~ Thank you. YOU are beautiful! ♥
ReplyDeleteBud ~ Between you and Denise, I don't know who features more blog praise. :D
T ~ I love the idea this song expresses: Whatever, Lord, You may need from me—that's what I want my praise to be. There's something about the Lord NEEDING to be praised, and needing me(!) for that reason that just makes my heart do a flip!
Gwen ~ My dear, I suspect you already do catch "glimpses" of heaven's music.