My praises to you, God seem weak
It is your pleasure that I seek.
My sole desire is your praises to ring-
all I ever really want to do is sing, sing sing.
I feel like sung praises saturate the air,
an intimate act, meant only for a pair
The Bride of Christ, and my awaiting groom.
woven together, as on a loom.
My spoken prayers seem Oh, so trite-
but sung praises set my Living Soul to flight!
The times I spend in song with Jesus allow me to feel his sheer delight.