Praised High
Your arms are getting tired
Keep them pointed toward the skies
I know you've been hurting
Jesus is still yet by your side
You're sadden thinking your not deserving
Keep yourself praised high
Stop feeling sorry for yourself
God will separate those fears
And place them on a shelf
Come now dry those tears
You're sadden thinking your not deserving
Keep yourself praised high
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
10/18/17
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