Praise you, Lord.

 Praise You, Lord

A Reflection on Psalm 150:1-6 and Psalm 103:1

Praise You, Lord—with every breath within my lungs,

With every song my grateful spirit has ever sung.

Not out of duty, not from ritual or rite,

But from the overflow of joy, from morning until night.

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord! (Psalm 150:6)

Praise You for the morning, when the sun begins to climb.

Praise You in the evening, redeeming all my time.

Praise You in the silence, when words are not enough.

Praise You in the battle, when the way is steep and rough.

For You alone are worthy—not for what You give,

But for who You are: the reason that I live.

You turned my mourning into dancing, my ashes into praise.

You steadied my feet on rocky ground and brightened all my days.

Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name! (Psalm 103:1)

So let the harp and timbrel sound, let the trumpet call,

Let the mountains clap their hands, let the oceans roar with all

Their creatures and their currents, for the King of kings is good.

I praise You, Lord; I thank You; I have understood.

Praise You, Lord—not perfect, but sincere.

Praise You, Lord—not for a season, but the whole career

Of life, from first cry to final rest, my hallelujah rise.

Praise You, Lord. You are my everything. My heart’s true prize.

Amen.