Singing Praises to You

The times I wake up feeling kind of blue

Facing off with struggle I give it all to you

I place it in your hands I offer up a tune

Holy, holy, holy ... singing praises to truth

I do my best to survive one day at a time

Surrounded on all sides by storms of life

Peace is nestled inside a simple little tune

Holy, holy, holy ... singing praises to truth

No alibi by to hide behind or reason why

Explanations for all the foolish things I do

The high tide of your mercy fills me inside

Then waves my sinfulness out to the blue

 

Create in me a new heart to beat for thee

Fill it with compassion to fight inhumanity

Allow my humility be a reflection of truth

Holy, holy, holy ... singing praises to you!

Anthony Raymond