Praise To You…My God
And who would care when Im broken,
these people around me are temporary.
My supplications you have seen,
these things around me doesnt last.
But you Oh God is forever living.
Your mighty and grace will preserve me
and lift me from my sin.
In my journey and long walks
You have have not forsaken.
People predict future
Their words were not so sure
Good things the world awaits
Maybe today maybe tomorrow.
Living life in pain and sorrow
illness that have no cure.
Still your words are forever true
And your faithfulness is always new
And I lift my hands in praises
As I look upon your grace.
The evil creeping for my soul
Ate me up till I crawl.
And I stand before thee
Bare hands and dirty soul
Yet you let your blood wash me
And took me as your own.
You saved me from my sins
And you took away my shame.
You healed my broken soul
And made my life whole
And who am I to question you?
God of all the earth..
The earth under my feet
The footstool of your holiness.
The air the I breath
Is the wind under your wings
So I stand before thee
with my hands up high..
Praises I give to thee
With my heart open wide.
Graces to you Lord
The Father of all the heavens and the earth..
-Rochelle-plications you have seen,
these things around me doesnt last.
But you Oh God is forever living.
Your mighty and grace will preserve me
and lift me from my sin.
In my journey and long walks
You have have not forsaken.
People predict future
Their words were not so sure
Good things the world awaits
Maybe today maybe tomorrow.
Living life in pain and sorrow
illness that have no cure.
Still your words are forever true
And your faithfulness is always new
And I lift my hands in praises
As I look upon your grace.
The evil creeping for my soul
Ate me up till I crawl.
And I stand before thee
Bare hands and dirty soul
Yet you let your blood wash me
And took me as your own.
You saved me from my sins
And you took away my shame.
You healed my broken soul
And made my life whole
And who am I to question you?
God of all the earth..
The earth under my feet
The footstool of your holiness.
The air the I breath
Is the wind under your wings
So I stand before thee
with my hands up high..
Praises I give to thee
With my heart open wide.
Graces to you Lord
The Father of all the heavens and the earth..
-Rochelle-