Yet another poem from my unpublished (and no doubt unpublishable) novels
PRAISE HIM ANYTIME
Oh the night time, is just the right time, to praise the Lord,
But the daytime, is an OK time, to praise the Lord,
Praise Him morning, night or day,
Anytime is more than just OK,
To get down, on your knees, and praise the Lord.
When the stars are up above, it reminds us of his love, so praise the Lord
When the stars all disappear, don’t worry, He’s still here, so praise the Lord
Whether the stars are there or not
Love for you He’s always got
In the sunshine or in rain, His love will never wane, so praise the Lord
For the apples in the trees, and the fishes in the seas, praise the Lord
For the fields of golden grain, for the yummy sugar cane, praise the Lord
For the cooling summer breeze
For how milk turns into cheese
For the clouds up in the sky, and for Heaven when we die, praise the Lord
Oh the Birdies in their song, praise Him all day long, so praise the Lord
For the flowers in the fields, which sight such pleasure yields, praise the Lord
He shows such loving care
Yeah, the signs are everywhere
He will take away your sin, so let the praise begin, praise the Lord
PRAISE HIM ANYTIME
Oh the night time, is just the right time, to praise the Lord,
But the daytime, is an OK time, to praise the Lord,
Praise Him morning, night or day,
Anytime is more than just OK,
To get down, on your knees, and praise the Lord.
When the stars are up above, it reminds us of his love, so praise the Lord
When the stars all disappear, don’t worry, He’s still here, so praise the Lord
Whether the stars are there or not
Love for you He’s always got
In the sunshine or in rain, His love will never wane, so praise the Lord
For the apples in the trees, and the fishes in the seas, praise the Lord
For the fields of golden grain, for the yummy sugar cane, praise the Lord
For the cooling summer breeze
For how milk turns into cheese
For the clouds up in the sky, and for Heaven when we die, praise the Lord
Oh the Birdies in their song, praise Him all day long, so praise the Lord
For the flowers in the fields, which sight such pleasure yields, praise the Lord
He shows such loving care
Yeah, the signs are everywhere
He will take away your sin, so let the praise begin, praise the Lord
