Praise - Poem by Delois Sykes
Praise God from whom all blessing flow
Praise God for all things that grow.
He gives us whatever we need
Even the ability to plant a little seed.
He makes the moon to shine at night
The sun to warm and give the earth light.
The ocean to hold the fish that swim,
All these things were made by Him.
God takes care of all His people
From the lowest valley, to the tallest steeple.
Oh, bless and praise His holy name,
From day to day He's always the same.
God will not let His people down
When we trust Him without a frown.
All things are possible with our friend,
He'll be there through thick and thin.
He'll show up when and on time
To comfort the soul and give peace of mine.
So why not let the Savior come in and sup
By singing and praising and lifting Him up.
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