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Array ( [sid] => 162764 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => THE REAL FUN OF PRAISE [time] => 2010-10-14 10:44:56 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Get back to the real fun of praise,
Running, laughing, and shouting,
Leaping, dancing, and never doubting,

Don’t allow it become a chore,
A laborious work without any happiness, peace or joy,
But allow it to lift you up off the valley floor,

Flooding your inner most being with exuberance,
Filling the atmosphere with the of savor of a sweet holy fragrance,

For the Lord Himself, lives in our praises,
Filling us full with the fullness of His joy,
Conquering and overthrowing him that came to deceive to destroy-

We are the chosen of His never ending love,
The reason He sent forth the grace of His power,
Evident in the fluttering wings of the morning dove-

He became what we were, accursed,
Hanging triumphantly upon that crooked tree,
Filling our hearts with the cheer of His glee,

Therefore, we shall bless His name,
From the rising of the sun,
Unto the going down of the same,

He is and was the perfect sacrifice,
The only perfect one without spot or winkle,
Free of the blight of sin’s every wicked and evil vice-

Get back to the real fun of praise,
Running, laughing, and shouting,
Leaping, dancing, and never doubting!
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THE REAL FUN OF PRAISE

Contributed by joe-joe on Thursday, 14th October 2010 @ 10:44:56 AM in AEST
Topic: spiritual



Get back to the real fun of praise,
Running, laughing, and shouting,
Leaping, dancing, and never doubting,

Don’t allow it become a chore,
A laborious work without any happiness, peace or joy,
But allow it to lift you up off the valley floor,

Flooding your inner most being with exuberance,
Filling the atmosphere with the of savor of a sweet holy fragrance,

For the Lord Himself, lives in our praises,
Filling us full with the fullness of His joy,
Conquering and overthrowing him that came to deceive to destroy-

We are the chosen of His never ending love,
The reason He sent forth the grace of His power,
Evident in the fluttering wings of the morning dove-

He became what we were, accursed,
Hanging triumphantly upon that crooked tree,
Filling our hearts with the cheer of His glee,

Therefore, we shall bless His name,
From the rising of the sun,
Unto the going down of the same,

He is and was the perfect sacrifice,
The only perfect one without spot or winkle,
Free of the blight of sin’s every wicked and evil vice-

Get back to the real fun of praise,
Running, laughing, and shouting,
Leaping, dancing, and never doubting!




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