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...
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...