Worship
It's not my voice, but what I do with it.
It's not my money, but what I buy with it.
It's not my run, but where I am led by it.
It's not my talent, but who is blessed by it.
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More than a feeling,
More than a song,
It's all my dealings,
That come all day long.
I may be eating or just out there driving,
Making it large, or barely just surviving,
Yet to Him, I am worshiping,
Because it's me, who I am, be-ing.
It's everything that He is,
And none that is mine,
It's all glory due His,
Every gift so divine,
From the moment I awake,
Till the time I'm in bed,
He blesses me, all for His sake,
To be a living sacrifice, Not dead!
So I come everyday,
With new breath, just to say,
Take my life, this I pray,
Give you praise, one more day!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008