COUNTRY PSALM
The gold of the sunrise is chasing the dark
The gift of new mercies awakens my heart
The bird of the morning is singing her song
Oh, thank God for this country psalm
Little feet patter the hardwoods like drums
Boys making noise at the top of their lungs
Beautiful chaos shatters the calm
But oh thank God for this country psalm
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord
I've got so much to be grateful for
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord
I've got so much to be grateful for
I've got breath in this body
And hope in these scars
If I counted my blessings they'd rival the stars
I'll praise You forevermore, even if I never get one more
Praise the Lord
Good food on our table
Good wine in our glass
Swing tires and bonfires and babies on laps
Grandparents dance when the fireflies turn on
Oh, thank God for this country psalm
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord
I've got so much to be grateful for
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord
I've got so much to be grateful for
I've got breath in this body
And hope in these scars
If I counted my blessings they'd rival the stars
I'll praise You forevermore, even if I never get one more
Praise the Lord
Between the letting go
Desperately holding on
Help me remember You're where my heart belongs
A moment of clarity, creation's symphony
What could I do but respond
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord
I've got so much to be grateful for
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord
I've got so much to be grateful for
I've got breath in this body
And hope in my scars
If I counted my blessings they'd rival the stars
And I'll praise You forevermore, even if I never get one more
Praise the Lord
The moon's on the rise and the river, she runs
All I can say is "Lord, Thy will be done"
I pull her in closer as we pray for the dawn
God bless this mess and this country psalm