A sort of song of praise:

Lifted Song
by Michael Doyle

With a lifted song
I find myself drawn
To where I belong
Awakening with the dawn

I've seen all that you've done
Mystified by the glory of the Son
In all of my days
I will sing your praise

My worship pours out
As I release any doubt
Solid in faith and victory
Let me proclaim all you mean to me

You are the change in my everything
My reason for song in the songs I sing
Your glory shines its way down
Over my heart is your crown

In a flood of your opened space
Is that which is your sacred place
My heart is opened to your glory
As I live each moment as part of your story

(c) July 20, 2020  Michael Doyle
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