Praise

 

Praise
Singing, it flies reaching
For celestial skies.
This joy, how it blesses.
Undeserving, I turn tired eyes
Toward your face.

Joy, transcendent of all
I have known, glory
growing at your feet, at the
Bottom of your throne.

With hands reaching upward, this
Form of praise
Follows, lips that shape sounds
To raise your glorious name.

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