Psalm 22:3 But thou art holy, O thou that inhabits the praises of Israel.
What a blessing to know
That our Father above
Descends from heaven
On the wings of a dove
To make Himself at home
As we reach out to Him
Whether praying silently
Or simply singing a hymn
When we begin to praise
From hearts so pure
We can know it for certain
Of this we may be sure
We have His attention
And He’s always bending near
Listening intently for the sound
That He longs to hear
The praises of His child
Are coveted and sweet
He’s always available
Any time you’d like to meet
No need to send a memo
Or mail an invitation
Our heart-felt praises guarantee
A Heavenly visitation
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