Praising Your Work
Praising Your work with song thrills me,
seeing the vastness of the sky
astonishes my eyes in joyful ways;
Father, hear all of my prayers:
be like that willow shielding me.
Furious winds blow, but can't whip me,
their cold gusts can't ever reach me;
Father, let me sing divine hymns
like David did in those quiet times...
Praising Your work.
I've lived life and ready to die,
days fade...never frightening me;
there is no fear inside when stars
illuminate my path on dark nights.
Father, let me laud you with songs
that I'll sing through eternity...
Praising Your work.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
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