Praises to Our King

Meet me in the morning
Underneath the old oak tree
We'll all gather round
Lift up our voices
Sing praises to our King
Lord most High
We glorify You
Our song comes from the Lord
He blesses us with words
Our voices joined in harmony
Bringing praises to our King

In All That I Do

To the one who created the sky
I write this poem
To the one who spoke life into existence
I write my praises
To You oh God
I could worship forever
All of my days
Write of glory to Your holy Name
I give You thanks
For the gifts You have given me
I ask that You'd bless me even more
That my words be pleasing to You
Father that my heart would chase after Yours
In all that I do
I worship You