Praise To My Lord
When You were planning my sojourn on earth,
You determined the time and place of my birth.
Thank You, dear Lord for placing me here,
In a country Youíve blessed and I live without fear.
When I accepted Jesus, You already knew,
The day and the time Iíd surrender to You.
You knew as a Christian, my growth would be slow,
Thank You for Your patience ~ now Iím ready to grow.
You are the potter Lord; I am the clay.
Mold me and shape me Your own special way.
Make me in a way I will magnify You.
And I will live daily, as You want me to.
With each breath You give, Iíll praise You each day.
Your spirit will guide me to walk in Your way.
Daily I will strive to abide in Your will,
And give You the glory for each task I fulfill.
You are my Master ~ Youíre still on Your throne.
Youíre always with me ~ Iím never alone.
I want to serve You ~ You are my King.
I love and adore You ~ Your praises I sing.
Thank You dear Lord for Your mercy and grace.
Thank You sweet Jesus for taking my place.
When You hung on that cross, You were thinking of me.
I praise You each day ~ Your death set me free.
When I arise each morning, the first thing I do,
Is lift up my arms and give praises to You.
I ask that Your Spirit overflow in my soul
So all that I meet, will know itís You I behold.
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