Garment of Praise

Whoa. When the weight falls hard, like a stone on my chest.

When the night runs long, and I can't find rest. When the air

feels thick, and the fear closes in. I lift up my hands.

Let the praise begin. I won't stay buried in this feeling.

I'm gonna sing until it breaks. For the spirit of heaviness, I put on

the garment of praise. This is how I fight my battles.

This is how I fight my battles. For the spirit of heaviness,

I lift up your holy name. This is how I fight my battles.