Praising My Lord On High

Staring down,
Studying the ground,
As the storms rise around me.

For I not bound,
I am crowned,
You have set me free.

I hear your words,
Singing softly,
So comforting.

Don’t let the sound of thunder,
Deafen your ears.

Don’t let the bright lightning,
Blind your eyes.

Don’t these hard troubles,
Bring any fears.

You know I am with you,
With you by your side.

I praise my Lord,
Praising my Lord on high.

Looking up,
To the heavens,
Seeking Your face.

Raising my hands,
In confidence,
Feeling Your embrace.

I hear your words,
Singing softly,
So relaxing.

Don’t let the sound of thunder,
Deafen your ears.

Don’t let the bright lightning,
Blind your eyes.

Don’t these hard troubles,
Bring any fears.

You know I am with you,
With you by your side.

I praise my Lord,
Praising my Lord on high.