Symphony of Praise

In the quiet of the morning. When the earth begins to breathe.

All creation lives a whisper. Of the wonders we have seen. From the depths

of every ocean. To the stars you call by name. Every sound becomes

a course. Every breath declares your fame. Heaven leans to hear us sing.

As our hearts and voices raise. Let it rise. Symphony of praise. Every tribe and

tongue proclaim. Holy, holy is your name. Let it soar

through time and space. All the earth resound your grace. We lift a

symphony of praise. In the valley and the fight. You remain our faithful song.