by Jennifer Wells

Created on: November 04, 2010

Praise, the melody of the heart
Pleases so greatly our Almighty God.
Swelling, lifting, sprightly it starts
To deity perfect, from man so flawed.

Merrily, a soul bursts forth her songs
And our countenance neatly arrays.
No better adornment to you belongs,
Nor given to the King than our praise.

Spread your arms wide open, friends
And tenderly, sweetly open your hearts.
Allow the Son to shine in through His whispers,
Brilliantly cleansing the darkened parts.

No sin can survive the Spirit’s presence,
No gloom dare enter Heaven’s door.
Our praises, a fresh Heavenly essence,
Our worship by Him quite adored.

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