As the wedding bells ring A distant & future memory As the chorus of living break against the turf My praises rise also A precious ceremony
As dancing gold Lifts up & comforts what is battered & gnarled As a family of ducklings struggle across Sweeping currents of fate far from calm My praises rise also In gracious & sweetest memory
As I pull my gaze From others’ paths intertwined in Grace As a leaf in the breeze Trusts in the roots that run deep My praises rise also In letting go from saving face
As your masterpiece is made A flowing canvas of Grace As rising tide Sweeping the world ablaze My praises rise again A delight of true life
As straps which cut deep Are left willingly at Your feet As realms which piroutte Their expanses unseen which leak that Eternity My praise rises O Lord, my songs desire’s
Serve the Lord with fear Rejoice with trembling Feel warmth when you turn facing Look up from the pit of cravings Let praises rise For Your Word is life
And so I remember My course is not my own If He delights in mine Then, my God, so shall I…
What glorious abandon From which He lights a path No longer in way of abaddon In His own body was carved