SONG OF PRAISE

SONG OF PRAISE

Praising God in church on each Sunday
Only to forget Him come Monday morn;
Never thinking that He is waiting,
Many lives here on Earth to be reborn.

Listening to our song of praise,
King of kings, to Him our voices raise;
Jesus, who died on the cross for me, fell
Into the darkness so that I could see.

Heaven is promised to those who care,
God's love is given without remorse.
Faltering, we will ask Him to forgive;
Everlasting arms, we will soon rejoice.

Death did not conquer our Savior's soul,
Coming back to save us is His only goal;
Beautiful awakening, we are His to bless,
Always sing His praise with tenderness.

Countrymom
3/4/06

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