“Praising, words raising”
My heart parting open, like rivers to You
Oceans becoming, with gratitude due.
My God, O my Lord how you hear our night calls;
Power reaching, rekindling and sweeping through all.
Faith climbs like a fire with flames growing bright
Embers are glowing still warmed by Your Light.
My God, O my Lord how I bend to your knee
Praising, words raising all life before Thee.
© Linda Willows 2018
Psalm 145
1I will extol You, my God, O King,
And I will bless Your name forever and ever.
2Every day I will bless You,
And I will praise Your name forever and ever.
3Great is the LORD, and highly to be praised,
And His greatness is unsearchable.
