I Praise Thee

I hail Thee For the life you give me I hail Thee For the love you shower me I hail Thee for the message you send me I thank you For the strength I need. Each day I am able and fit. Robust in my life Gentle in my knife. I am pleased As I adore Thee. I am meek before Thee. I am only strong When Thee hears me. I am full When Thee feeds in me. My eyes cannot see Without Thee beside me. My ears cannot hear Without the trumpets of Thee. My body ails When comfort is not from Thee. Words from Thee Will keep me strong and free. If I should stumble Where can I seek Thee? Missing Thy throne My weakest vein aches Thee. For Thy throne I will be sturdy with glee. Where can I find bread Without flour to knead? Or salt for my palate When there's no grain to pate? I walk by feet Without sandals to fit. I can work with both feet On grapefruits to peet. I can do all these for Thee. From Thee I am forever strong. In every morning I pray to Thee. At nightfall I kneel And praise Thee. All of these I offer to Thee A humble believer, in me. I belong to a family A family from Thee. Family like a tree That roots from a fig tree. A fig tree blossoms from the inside. A faith springs out in the outside. The smell of an oil rushing in the riverside. The sunshine of Thy light is a shade of sight. Shade of man to go on, Cape of man to move on. Any man who worships Thee never walks small or worn. Crushed and burnt a soul can be torn. But no one under Thee will mourn. In every journey A man may walk alone But in body and spirit Strength comes along. I praise Thee For standing by my side. Giving me hope I need In Thy shoulders I ride. I praise Thee For my strengths With hope and prayer I go a thousand lengths. I know not everything what life may bring, By Thee I am consoled and sings, Singing the praises I keep In my heart I breathe deep. My praises may not be enough To Thee I ask pardon if it's rough. I am alone in the wind I call Thee to hear my plea. I am saddened by the wind. I call Thee to reside in me. In Thy name I praise Thee! I am but a follower of Thee A humble being that praises. From my heart I thank Thy graces. I appeal to one and all, Be grateful to Thee. Rich or poor, You will be blessed. Do not worry about tomorrow For Thee will not provide sorrow. Ask and you shall receive, Knock and the door will open. I will count my blessings each day As each day is always a new day... Day of you and me for Thee Day for you and me with Thee! I praise Thee!