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Call to Praise

by Regina Cox © 2017

Morning time is special to me.
I love a cup of coffee outside in a chair.
I love to hear the birds chirping.
Singing their songs everywhere!

Ever wonder what they are singing?
They are giving praises to their King!
Listen to the happiness there,
As they lift their voices to sing.

I hear the squirrels chattering
And you think what is going on?
Its just a squirrel gathering nuts
Singing his praise song.

Oh, to be like the animals
Who go about their way.
Praising Him faithfully,
Thanking Him for another day.

Why can't we be bold
And let our praises ring?
Let our voices shout from the treetops,
"Jesus is our Savior, He is our King!"

We were all created to give Him praise.
The animals know this and do it,
But we are stubborn and proud.
We try to hide His light that is lit.

Get outside in the morning,
Just relax and be still.
Listen to the birds.
Their crescendo rises with each twill.

Let the Joy of the Lord rise up in you,
Till it comes bursting forth in Song.
Don't let pride hold it down.
Lift it up all the way to His throne.

That is what we are created for
It is not hard to do
If we just take the time
To take the birds' cue

Rejoice, rejoice for evermore!
Our Savior is alive and well.
One day He is coming back
To take us with Him to dwell,

O, Glorious Day!
What a day that will be!
When I go to Heaven
And my Jesus I shall see!

Matthew 17:20
King James Version

"And Jesus said unto them, Because of
your unbelief: for verily I say unto
you, If ye have faith as a grain of
mustard seed, ye shall say unto this
mountain, Remove hence to yonder place;
and it shall remove; and nothing shall
be impossible unto you."

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