When I was a kid, and I did something right,
I grinned ear-to-ear in the warm morning light.
A pat on the back or a kind little cheer—
Would sparkle my heart and bring purpose near.
But praise isn’t just for the things we do.
It’s also for God, who is faithful and true.
He’s worthy of songs, of thanks, and of claps—
Of dancing in joy and the best of the raps.
We praise him for blessings and all he has done—
For rising each morning and setting the sun—
For healing, provision, the strength that he gives—
For mercy and grace in the life that he lives.
But worship goes deeper, beyond what he’s done.
It honors his nature, the Father and the Son.
We stand in his presence, in awe and in love,
Adoring his heart and his throne up above.
Now praise can go wrong when we fake it with flair—
When words leave our mouths, but our hearts are not there.
It’s more than a tune or a song that we play.
It’s knowing his goodness and meaning what we say.
If people grew quiet and stopped all their praise,
The rocks would cry out in a thunderous blaze.
Creation can’t hold back the truth of his fame.
The trees and the rivers all honor his name.
But pride is a villain that steals praise away.
It whispers, “I’m better,” then leads us astray.
That’s what made Satan fall from his place.
Seeking his glory, he missed Heaven’s grace.
We all have a choice. That’s what makes praise
A powerful gift we should give for all our days.
Not forced or faked, praise is honest and true—
A song from the soul that says, “God, I love you.”
So praise for the past, for the now, and what’s new—
For all that he’s done and is planning to do.
Praise him for who he has been and will be.
Let’s write it and shout it and sing joyfully.
