Praise is mightier than an army
With its banners all unfurled;
Praise will win the victory sooner
Than all the powers of this world.
For the God who rules o'er all things,
And the God who longs to bless
Only waits until He hears you
Your love to Him confess.
Beg Him not for any blessing;
Tire Him not to spell your need.
This He knows before you speak it;
Stay Him not to beg and plead.
Lift your face and sing it heav'nward,
From the deeps within your soul;
Let His praises fill your being,
Let the shout of rapture roll.
Frances J. Roberts, From Come Away My
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Posted by Althea