Praise

Something happens when I begin to praise,
Something happens when I remember, call to mind and begin to worship and adore the goodness of my God

It is powerful...the walls of darkness,
                       the wall of fear,
                       the wall of "what if,"
                       the wall of "poor me,"
Begin to fall
Crumble
As my God is lifted up.

Praise breaks through...
Like wiping the grime off the window,
Like giving medicine to my soul...

When I begin to remember,
 To adore,
 To sing
Of the marvelous miracle of His mercy and grace,
The grime washes away
And I can see His grace and blessings surrounding me.

What goodness He had in store for me when He commanded me to,
"Rejoice and again I say rejoice!"