Oh Praise your Name, Oh Praise your name
Dear Father up above.
You sent your Son to die for all
to show abundant love.
Show Glory to him, Grace, and Hope
The Lord is King of Kings.
Lets raise our voices up and join
Creation as it sings.
The flowers wave an amen here
the birds tweet blessed be.
The trees raise up their arms in awe,
the clappings from the sea.
The winds bow low, the mountains move,
And man begins to hear,
Creations worship to a God
that always lends an ear.
Oh Praise your Name, Oh Praise your name
Dear Father up above.
You sent your Son to die for all
to show abundant love.
A contest entry
- The Lord Most High by Aun Ali.
500 points, ended August 20, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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