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It is good to sing songs to God,
It is pleasant to sing His praise;
Worshipping to honor and laud,
Follow His steps walking His ways,
The Lord is our builder here,
He is the one to find outcasts;
To come together and revere,
As the prophets made their forecasts.
He will heal the brokenhearted,
He is the one who binds the wounds;
He comforts for the departed,
As a companion if marooned.
He determines how many stars,
Giving each one its own name;
Positions pulsars and quasars,
In glory for us to proclaim.
The power of the Lord is great,
No limit to understanding;
But we can never compensate,
Unable in comprehending.
The oppressed are getting relief,
As He brings wicked people down;
Those with faith will have the belief,
To smile instead of a frown.
So sing a song of thanksgiving,
Play God music with a lyre;
Praise Him for a life worth living,
A chorus sung by a choir
He covers the sky with the clouds,
Providing rain quenching the ground;
Growing grass gather like the crowds,
For nourishment of joyous sound.
He is the One who beasts their food,
Even nestlings as they call out;
Regardless of their attitude,
Or no matter how much the doubt.
The Lord delights with those who fear,
Willing to give mercy and grace;
When confessing wrongs is sincere,
He will comfort you to embrace.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
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