When I see all you’ve made, Lord, I sing “Hallelujah!”

Just look at the rain and the rivers and all the animals refreshed by them!

Just look at the grass and the grain and all the creatures nourished by them!

Just look at the sun, the sea and the stars and all the life enriched by them!

Your creation leads me to celebration.

The more I see of what you’ve made, the more I just have to say, “Hallelujah!”

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My soul praises you Lord.

You are to us whom you were to Moses–compassionate, gracious, slow to anger, and abounding in love.

Your love is so generous it seems to stretch from my back porch to the full moon.

If we stand on one side of the globe, you exile our failures to the opposite side.

They can no more catch us than the sunrise can catch the sunset.

My soul praises you Lord.

Lord, you are good.

Your love never runs out.

Your loyalty never runs dry.

You are our creator.  We are your creation.

You are our shepherd.  We are your sheep.

Because of you, we shout for joy.

We sing with smiles.

We worship with gladness.

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Lord, some days what you do is so sensational, everyone sees it.

It’s the work everyone witnesses–even those on the back row.

Lord, some days what you do is so stupendous, everyone sings it.

It’s the song everyone shouts–even the sea, the rivers, and the mountains.

May today be one of those days.

May your work today be something we cannot help but witness.

May your song today be one we cannot help but sing.

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Lord, no one can deny it.

You are in charge.

Your might and majesty are like the raging storm.

Before you cold mountains melt like hot wax.

Before you other “deities” tremble with dread.

And not only does your thunder roll.

So does your justice and mercy.

You are an awesome God.

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We’re jumping for joy.

We’re shouting and singing.

We’re absorbed in adoration.

Why?

Because this planet is in your hands.

You made it.

It belongs to you.

And because your people are in your hands.

You made us.

We belong to you.

No matter what problem your planet or your people face, both are held securely in your hands.

Lord, I’m singing from sunrise to sunset.

Because I’ve seen that those who care little for you fall down in dramatic defeat.

But those who care much for you rise up in constant conquest.

They are like a tree nestled in rich soil and nourished by pure water.

It never knows a barren year.

Even when old it bears fresh fruit.

For this reason I’m singing all day long.

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You, O Lord, are every place–over all, through all, and in all.

But there was a time when you favored one place–the City of God.

How your Self saturated that City!

I’ve lingered in similar locations.

Places where your presence was pronounced.

A stirring worship service in a Nashville sanctuary.

A quiet moment on the Malibu shore.

A brilliant sunrise on a Las Cruces mesa.

Those glimpses of your glory make me hunger for a new day and a new city where we’ll finally meet face to face.

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LORD, we have failed you.

Please don’t fail us.

We have treated you wrongfully.

Please don’t treat us wrathfully.

Instead, Lord, restore us.

Revive us.

Redeem us.

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My mouth is filled with your praise, Lord.

All day I declare your splendor.

Why?

Because you are my refuge.

You are my rock.

Upon you I’ve relied since birth.

My tongue tells of your deeds, Lord.

All day I declare your saving acts.

Why?

Because no one does what you do.

You see me through my troubles.

You rescue me from the pits and pains of life.

That’s why today my mouth is full of praise.

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