I Cannot Withhold My Tongue
He is so very generous;
So faithful, magnanimous;
Ever-present, never changing.
He is so reliable
Unfathomable, and invisible.
He is immortal, eternal
Without blemish, phenomenal.
His beauty is so beyond compare.
His words so soothing, Medicinal
His aura and fragrance just rare
His wisdom, unsearchable, supernatural.
He holds all things together
With His glue, His bond of love.
The same, no matter the weather.
His love is so unfailing; it’s from above.
How shall my tongue withhold His praise?
Why will I not wake up early and adore?
Who or what will stop my hands raised?
Nothing will stop my prostration on the floor.
Psalms 150: Let All Things Praise the LORD
1 Praise the LORD! Praise God in His sanctuary; Praise Him in His mighty firmament!
2 Praise Him for His mighty acts; Praise Him according to His excellent greatness!
3 Praise Him with the sound of the trumpet; Praise Him with the lute and harp!
4 Praise Him with the timbrel and dance; Praise Him with stringed instruments and flutes!
5 Praise Him with loud cymbals; Praise Him with clashing cymbals!
6 Let everything that has breath praise the LORD. Praise the LORD!