When To God I Offered Praise

Today my heavy load of cares
Came pressing down on me
I felt somewhat like Peter
Almost drowning in the sea

I knew in time God would answer
But I was anxious none the less
The doubts began to ask me
You sure that God knows best?

Well the flesh took right on over
Said, perhaps you shouldn't wait
For God to provide the answer
After all, suppose He's late

But I remembered all the times I've failed Him
And I fell down on my knees
I put my eyes on God above
And I took them off of me

I went boldly to the throne room
Felt so good, I was amazed
All the cares were lifted from me
When to God I offered praise

Well, the strangest thing then happened
I saw beauty everywhere
The sun shone even brighter
And I didn't have a care

I sensed God's Holy Presence
Thought I heard the angels sing
I fell down at the Savior's feet
And I praised the King of Kings

I went boldly to the throne room
Felt so good I was amazed
All the cares were lifted from me
When to God I offered praise

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