Praise Ye the Lord

Let everything that has breath, Praise the Lord The flowers and the trees bow their leafs The animals give signs of respect The cloud shade with tears of water The sun shines with rays Giving strength to all Whether good or bad Sad it is when they do not recognize it is from God. Praise the Lord everything that has breath Whether large or small Must hear His call Before they fall Weak and strong Short and tall Praise ye the Lord. He cares for the one That has gone astray The vexed with pride With trivial matters They call with distress And cry the tears that sinners weep To speak the words of a contrite prayer He listens with care Praise ye the Lord For He is there Let everything that has breath, Praise the Lord!