All The Words
Today, I say praise
For the song of a bird
We worship You in ways
That don’t come as words
For the springtime’s rays
And all the blessings occurred
Glorious times, and always
The things that seem absurd
Father, you are consistent
Even though we are not
Sometimes we are resistant
Not seeing your final plot
But You bring contentment
When satan leaves us to rot
You never throw us resentment
You, are our founding rock
I worship today, to remember You
Not asking for this many things
For I want to consistently pursue
All the words I want to sing
To the heavens that life cant
misconstrue
Or dilute, like the rain in spring
Just words in songs, and holy tunes
Your love, forever shall it ring
© John Hayes
For the song of a bird
We worship You in ways
That don’t come as words
For the springtime’s rays
And all the blessings occurred
Glorious times, and always
The things that seem absurd
Father, you are consistent
Even though we are not
Sometimes we are resistant
Not seeing your final plot
But You bring contentment
When satan leaves us to rot
You never throw us resentment
You, are our founding rock
I worship today, to remember You
Not asking for this many things
For I want to consistently pursue
All the words I want to sing
To the heavens that life cant
misconstrue
Or dilute, like the rain in spring
Just words in songs, and holy tunes
Your love, forever shall it ring
© John Hayes