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The Song I Sing By Brenda Drake

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I love to sing God’s praises and I know Jesus loves the joyful noise I make. He hears, composes and even sweetly joins in at times. My heart rejoices for it knows Jesus is the Song I sing.

The Song I Sing


Jesus is the song I sing, He was sent from above.
He is everything to me; He is God’s gift of love.
His tune is mercy, compassion, and grace.
Jesus’ melody shows God to the human race.
He is a symphony of life’s eternal rest;
He is a divine-orchestra of truth best confessed.
He is the lullaby that lulls us to peaceful sleep at night.
He is the only tune known sure, pure and right.
He is the Composer of provision sent from above.
Jesus is the One who orchestrates our songs of love.
Again I say Jesus is the song I sing.
He is also my Lord, Savior, and my King.

Psalms 149:1
Praise ye the LORD. Sing unto the LORD a new song, and his praise in the congregation of saints.

Psalms 95:1-2
O come, let us sing unto the LORD: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation. Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms.

How Can My Heart Not Sing By Brenda Drake

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I will forever sing God’s praises.  God has been so good to me. How can my heart not sing?

How Can My Heart Not Sing

How can my heart not sing; how can I be still?
I have so much to thank Him for; His love has my life filled.
He emptied my heart of worry, and chased fear away.
He gave me new life and taught me how to pray.
Gone are the dark shadows and threatening clouds of gloom.
The future shines like diamonds, with promise He comes back soon.
My eyes search for lost souls for I remember well,
My fate before Jesus; when headed for hell.
The love and compassion I feel for others is truly real.
I believe it is God’s love within that I now feel.
Only a loving, faithful God molds and shapes within,
Only He takes a broken, useless life and makes it new again.
Only a merciful God willing to pay sin’s price,
Would take the penalty of our sins and pay for them with His life.
Only a wonderful God with great love would move deep inside,
To spend preparing patiently for Himself His bride.
How could I not sing and His works testify I ask? 
It would be impossible task for me; in fact,
I cannot imagine the unspeakable loss it would have been,
To have traveled to the cross untouched, lost and still full of sin.
I will always praise Him and will speak Jesus’ name clear.
I will my love for Him proclaim far and near.

Isaiah 38:18-19
For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth. The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day:
the father to the children shall make known thy truth.