My Praise

Song My Praise
Artist Phillips, Craig And Dean
Album Premiere Performance Plus: My Praise

Lyrics

Lord, I wish
I could praise
You With adequate words
But You leave me speechless
And I so long to sing
You The song
You deserve
But it would be endless
I long to move
Your heart
I bring You something new
I tell how great
You are Tell my praise to
You It's like an ocean breeze
Blowing on your face
Like a summer sun
With its warm embrace
Like a gentle rain
Plays a symphony
That's what
I want My praise to be
Like a fragrant rose
In the early spring
Like an eagle soars
When it spreads its wings
Whatever,
Lord You may need from me
That's what
I want My praise to be to
You Everything
I could give
You already possess
Lord, I'm so unworthy, yeah
I'm just one of the millions
To stand and confess
And yet still
You hear me
Your heart is open wide
You long for what
I bring I pray somehow
You'll find
This simple offering
It's like an ocean breeze
Blowing on your face
Like a summer sun
With its warm embrace
Like a gentle rain
Plays a symphony
That's what
I want My praise to be
Like a fragrant rose
In the early spring
Like an eagle soars
When it spreads its wings
Whatever,
Lord You may need from me
That's what
I want My praise to be to
You Lord,
I want my praise to be
Like the breeze summer, spring
Lord, I want my praise to be
Like the eagle spreads its wings
It's like an ocean breeze
Blowing on your face
Like a summer sun
With its warm embrace
Like a gentle rain
Plays a symphony
That's what
I want My praise to be
Like a fragrant rose
In the early spring
Like an eagle soars
When it spreads its wings
Whatever,
Lord You may need from me
That's what
I want My praise to be
It's like an ocean breeze
Blowing on your face
Just like a summer sun
With its warm embrace
Like a gentle rain
Plays a symphony
That's what
I want My praise to be
Like a fragrant rose
In the early spring
Like an eagle soars
When it spreads its wings
Whatever,
Lord You may need from me
That's what
I want My praise to be to
You Lord,
I want my praise to be
Like the breeze the summer, spring
Lord, I want my praise to be
Like the eagle spreads its wings