Praise In the Air
by Michael Doyle

Laughing out on my best days,
I see nothing that I can't praise.
Wtih every song, I am moving forward.
It's to Heaven that I'm moving toward.

From the lowest valley deep,
The Lord's love makes me weep.
Tears of joy roll down my face.
The love of the Lord fills me with grace.

From the mountain's majestic peak,
My voice finds the words to speak.
I sing it out loud, and I sing it strong,
Offering my praise for the Lord, all day long.

Though I sometimes feel astounded,
My reasons for praise have me surrounded.
I am absolutely certain that I have no doubt.
My love for the Lord has to come out.

Feeling the love of my sacred soul,
I am at peace with God in control.
Anywhere God brings me is my home.
In His company, I am never alone.

As I sing, I give what is due.
Certain as it is, no one is greater than you.
I am forever grateful for all you do.
You are the almighty, loving, and true.

(c) October 12, 2026   Michael Doyle
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