Sometimes I forget just who You are
And what You’ve done.
The powerful mighty King,
You’re my precious friend, you’re the Holy One.
And even if I don’t give You my praise,
Creation will tell of Your wonderful ways,
So help me to spend the rest of my days
Giving praise and glory to You.
The sun and moon and the shining stars
Will dance before their King,
The plants and trees will clap their hands
And the rocks and stones will sing,
The people on the earth will say that You made everything,
We will lift You up with a shout of praise,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
We will lift You up with a shout of praise.