Getting Down on Life
Every day as I start,
I will give thanks from my heart;
Bellowing out from my tongue,
From air God fills in my lung.
I will make music to praise,
Allowing the sound to raise;
Singing louder with my voice,
Echoing as I rejoice.
For I do not want to hide,
Who I am letting abide;
Be straight forward and up front,
Making me to be quite blunt.
I am willing to proclaim,
In giving thanks to His name.
Of all His mercy and grace,
No matter when or what place.
I know the Gospel so well,
To praise wherever I dwell;
Bowing down worshipping God,
Giving Him honor and laud.
For God has strengthened my soul,
Boldly given self-control;
But I am never afraid,
The Lord keeps what He has made.
Copyright © 2010 Richard Newton Sherrer
Getting Down on Life
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