Praise the Lord

Lord I lift thy name on high To praise thee is now my cry Thou words be frail, Glory, I thankfully hail Purity,wisdom and all power are thine In holiness I drink thee as sweet wine Becoming one in spirit, body and mind Any deeds I do shall reveal thee in kind Showing the world that we are one All glory be yours when it is done I pray my flesh not hold thee back As my walk with you is not in lack For honor I must offer up to you I represent thee in all that I do Thank you Lord in all that you allow Praises I give thee when to thee I bow Here and now no matter the cost For I know with out thee the world is lost This is why I give that lier no place to dwell Just to see him firmly locked within his cell Praises to thee oh mighty king Honor, glory to thee I bring Let the whole world therefore quake For thou art God and I am but a rake A tool to be utilized in your wondrous hand So that you may reap the fertile land