A SONG OF PRAISE

Whenever I call your name 
All my mountains bow in shame 
My troubles cease its flow
As I knock on heavens door 

My head you lift from the dust
Healing my heart that was corrupted 
You silenced my enemies voice 
And give me a reason to rejoice 

So I sing this song of praise 
To the one called Ancient of Days
The El Shaddai of my soul
The one that I love and adore 

You lay me down in peace
From your lips
Wisdom and knowledge increase 
My steps you guide always 
My blessed Ancient of Days 

So I sing this song of praise 
To the One called Ancient of Days 
The El Shaddai of my soul 
The one I love and adore.

Wilford Barker.