Enoch O. Akanji
My Praises Shall Sing Songs - Poem by Enoch O. Akanji
Shall I praise thee like the angels do in the Heavenly?
Thou art greater than the sound of the ancient harp.
The voice of the Lord is full of majesty and great power
The beautiful bird nightingales do sing all night long
But I your very child, shall sing your praises forever more
Sometime musical instruments sound too low and too high,
Aloud will I sing songs of your praises unto your glory and majesty
Fear disappear in praises like darkness before light,
Truth be told you dwell in praises of your own children
I am always ready to rejoice in you with songs of love.
Mercy rain of your blessing is falling over my being.
The eagle of my praises will never stop flying high above
The sound of a bass guitar is louder than that of tenor
No sound can brag better than all tunes played together,
All together will I play all my instruments of music and praise.
As long as I can breathe, your praises shall sing songs.
As long I can walk my feet shall dance to your holy name.
I will clap my hands and stump my feet, worthy is the Lord.
In the presence of God life is living and heart is happy.
My face is laughing loudly and my chick is smiling softly.
Food is not hungry and water is not thirsty, my Provider reign.
My mind is settled, life is good and great, His praises nourishing.
I know the God I serve and this is why I can brag and prance.
Adoration and exaltation, Honor and glory belong to your holy name.
Peace of mind, joy of the heart and fear tremble before me.
Bless the Lord with great sound; make a joyful noise unto Him.
I cling to Him with love; I cannot do without Him, He is my Redeemer.
How excellent and glorious is your name O Lord my God.
You are my praise O Lord, have your way in my life, I surrender all.
Bless the Lord God O my soul; He is my Deliverer and Redeemer.
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