My voice is not that pretty, Lord,
No one asks for my song,
And yet you gave this voice to me
So I will sing along.
I know that all this earth can hear
Is squawking that’s off key,
But when you listen to my song
All that you hear is me.
You hear the love that’s in my heart,
The faith that sees me through,
And even my old, croaky voice
Sounds glorious to you.
Psalm 95:2
Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and
make a joyful noise unto him with psalms.
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