Born To Praise
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Like a tree lifting its branches to the sky,
I lift up my hand to the Lord most high.
As the flowers bloom bright with the sun,
And so to will I shine in the love of God’s son.
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God created all things to reflect His glory,
With a song in my heart I will tell His story.
Whether with cloudless sky or on rainy days,
I know He created me and I’m born to praise.
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As the sun sets upon the sea it shimmers,
And with in my heart His promises glimmers.
When the sunrises o’er a snowy mountain pass,
It reflects His wondrous mercy that forever lasts.
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In the gentle breezes that blow through the pine,
He come to remind me when if I should whine.
The animals of the woods know He does provide,
And attest to me that from me He will never hide.
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Yes, even in the storms with all their mighty wrath,
He shows me that I can trust Him to light my path.
As all the birds of the air sweetly His praises sings,
He fills me with the truth that He created all things.
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It fills me with awe that the one who created all,
Would want to make sure I, in to sin, did not fall.
He was so concerned about me that He came below,
He died for me so that without a doubt I would know.
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God created all things to reflect His glory,
With a song in my heart I will tell His story.
He rose again that I may walk in His ways
I know He created me and I’m born to praise.
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Carl A. Gooch
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I am born to praise HIM! ❤
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Very beautiful.
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