Praise

"Come, let us sing joyfully to the LORD; cry out to the rock of our salvation. Let us greet him with a song of praise, joyfully sing out our psalms." (1)


Morning Canticle

The little bird meets each new dawn
With melodies of grateful praise:
The grumblings of her heart are gone;
With gratitude, she greets her days.

A sweet staccato canticle
Rings from her heart to heights above;
Each note exalts how bountiful
Life is from Him who is ALL LOVE.

Her heart is lifted with the praise;
Though she is stranded on the ground.
The warmth of joy, like sun's first rays,
Floods her heart 'til it's nearly drowned.

She basks her feathers in this light,
And spreads her wings to catch its rays;
Her soul rebuffs the waning night
With its motto: "Praise Him Always!"

Her morning song touches heaven;
Praise is the Kingdom's sweet leaven.


May the Lord grant us the grace to praise Him with our whole being as we greet each dawn with morning Lauds.