Thank you Lord for saving my yesterday,
and for saving my today if I make it to tomorrow,
but if I fall on the battle field today
who will offer You my thanks when the sun rises tomorrow
All I have been constructed into
is like a seeing a building being built
while some of the stones were crumbling,
You are the Mighty Creator, moving towards completion
All the earth declares Your marvelous wonder,
and so oh Lord how can You be mindful of a small voice
that professes in it's own language, it's own weary gladness,
again, make the singer's song sweet to his own ears
Mighty Lord Your majesty contains all things,
and so the honorable sons of God declare
that all the earth should exalt the name of the Lord,
thanking Him with singing and dancing because they too are the blessed property of a Holy King
Let not my thanks fall into the abyss of woe,
Let not those who stand against Your Glory see me silent,
Let not the earth be scorched any longer,
but let your people honor You, carry those who thank You to your Holy Mountain Top Kingdom
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