PRAISE 

My precious Lord, I love You, and I offer praise to You
For choosing me to be Your child, and for the things You do.

I talk to You throughout the day, and sometimes through the night.
With loving arms You cradle me, and take away my fright.

I never have to walk alone, for You are by my side,
Encouraging and comforting, my stumbling steps to guide.

Although I cannot fully comprehend salvation's plan,
Or why the earth's Creator chose to die for sinful man,

I thank You for the love that bore the cross, my debt to pay,
And for the sacred blood that flowed to take my sins away.

My heart finds solace just to know that You've prepared a place
Where some day I will live with You, a trophy of Your grace.

You've been so wonderful to me, so faithful through the years,
Supplying all my deepest needs, and drying all my tears,

That praises seem inadequate; mere words cannot express
My thankfulness and awe at Your majestic holiness.

I can but sing a song of love, a hymn of heartfelt praise,
As humbly I bow down to You in worship all my days.

By Betty Jo Mings

© 2000 

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