Praise Him

Praise GOD,

in times of plenty.

Praise Him,

when there isn't any.

Praise Him,

when there's overfill.

Praise Him,

when your cup is nil.

Praise Him,

when you're caught by sorrow.

Praise Him,

that there'll be tomorrow.

Praise Him,

when the winds are cool.

Praise Him,

when the world says, you fool.

Praise Him,

even in times of loss.

Praise Him,

for the Gift He gave us, 
at the cross!

If the world knew Him,

Like we do.

Then they would,

Praise Him,

 Too!

Praise Him!

Praise! Praise!! Praise!!!

Let the praises of God,

fill my mouth.

May I roar like a lion,

not squeak like mouse.

Through the words of praise,

mountains will fall.

As we lift up His name,

and answer His call.

To praise our God,

destroys the yoke.

When times are tight,

and we're feeling the choke.

The habitation of God,

comes down to our praise.

As we lift up His name,

and delight in His ways.

Let the praise of God's people,

be a worshipful thing.

For through their praise,

His presence it brings.

Weapon of Worship

When the Israelites worshiped,

The Lord their GOD.

Under their feet,

their enemies were trod.

Their praises before battle,

went up unto the Lord.

Then all their enemies,

would fall by the sword.

To worship before battle,

may seem odd too do.

But without GOD on your side,

the battles up to you.

This weapon of worship,

seems lost today.

For man never bows,

and rarely does he pray.

But for those who invoke,

their worship to GOD.

Their victories through Him,

never seem odd.

So remember when the camp of the enemy,

tries to be heard.

The battle is the Lord's,

He gave His Word.

I Samuel 17:47