Heb. 13:15 "By him therefore let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to his name."
Do you always feel like praising Him,
Lifting His name on high;
Aren't there times when…
Right on the bottom…you do lie?
To praise Him…or anyone,
More than you can do:
You want to run…to hide,
Feel so depressed and blue.
And, maybe for a time,
We'll stay there…lost in self-pity;
But, how long can we listen,
To that sad song…that sad little ditty?
I know…for myself,
I can grow pretty tired;
Of that…"poor little me",
Sung over and over…too long choired.
Bible says the sacrifice of praise,
Like music to God's ears;
Not because He needs our praises,
He knows praise will drive away our fears.
We don't like the word;
To receive…sounds so much better,
Sacrifice…it sounds absurd.
'Tis better to give…than to receive,
Words quoted o'er and o'er;
But, do we really believe these words,
Are they true…or just folklore?
The carnal man gets pleasure,
Whenever he receives;
A self-less life…not for him,
This thought…he cannot conceive.
Our spirit-man rejoices,
Whenever he can give;
So willing is he…to be poured-out,
As long as he shall live.
A life poured-out…self-less,
The sacrifice of praise;
In our daily lives…our actions,
And, our voices…in thanks giving…raised.
So, don't draw back…when you hear it,
"The sacrifice of praise";
We know our God is worthy,
Offer Him that sacrifice…always!
Nov. 19, 2000
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