Phillips, Craig & Dean - My Praise lyrics

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Phillips, Craig & Dean - My Praise lyrics

Lord, I wish I could praise You With adequate words But You leave me speechless And I so long to sing You The song You deserve But it would be endless I long to move Your heart I bring You something new I tell how great You are Tell my praise to You It's like an ocean breeze Blowing on your face Like a summer sun With its warm embrace Like a gentle rain Plays a symphony That's what I want My praise to be Like a fragrant rose In the early spring Like an eagle soars When it spreads its wings Whatever, Lord You may need from me That's what I want My praise to be to You Everything I could give You already possess Lord, I'm so unworthy, yeah I'm just one of the millions To stand and confess And yet still You hear me Your heart is open wide You long for what I bring I pray somehow You'll find This simple offering It's like an ocean breeze Blowing on your face Like a summer sun With its warm embrace Like a gentle rain Plays a symphony That's what I want My praise to be Like a fragrant rose In the early spring Like an eagle soars When it spreads its wings Whatever, Lord You may need from me That's what I want My praise to be to You Lord, I want my praise to be Like the breeze summer, spring Lord, I want my praise to be Like the eagle spreads its wings It's like an ocean breeze Blowing on your face Like a summer sun With its warm embrace Like a gentle rain Plays a symphony That's what I want My praise to be Like a fragrant rose In the early spring Like an eagle soars When it spreads its wings Whatever, Lord You may need from me That's what I want My praise to be It's like an ocean breeze Blowing on your face Just like a summer sun With its warm embrace Like a gentle rain Plays a symphony That's what I want My praise to be Like a fragrant rose In the early spring Like an eagle soars When it spreads its wings Whatever, Lord You may need from me That's what I want My praise to be to You Lord, I want my praise to be Like the breeze the summer, spring Lord, I want my praise to be Like the eagle spreads its wings