Praise always starts with what is alive in my soul,
Understanding greatness and awe begins in my heart,
The light that God sheds on this world,
First needs to shine in my heart,
So that praise can find its full voice,
Its discovery in my life the beginning of all hope.
This morning starts with celebrating my source,
Everything that can be worshipped is a gift,
The everchanging, ever constant seasons,
Are reminders of a much deeper rhythm,
A voice that created what is important,
And, clothed it all with a vast beauty,
Continues to speak each day to creation.
Everywhere I look praise belongs to God,
Creation and wisdom joins to speak of your glory,
Life begins and ends for every creature,
And in between we are reminded of our source,
Through the daily voice of Eternity’s care for everything,
Eternity does nothing thoughtlessly.
I love joining Eternity’s playful pleasure in creation,
It’s the one thing that I want to talk about,
My conversation centred on knowing more about him,
The life sucking words of the haters will soon cease,
That conversation is soon coming to an end,
My heart belongs to praise,
My thoughts seek to find ways to praise,
My soul joined in wonder of my Creator,
Forever discovering new things to talk about together.