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!
Copyright © Julius Lawrence | Year Posted 2022
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