A Rhapsody of Praise
I may not be sitting
Beneath the pulpit this morning
But I got plenty of spirit
Flowing through my veins
In a rhapsody of praise
Brings back memories
From out the gutter
Ghosts from my past
Sorrows and heartache
Once tamed the fire
Held captive my soul
But I found him again
My Savior my, King
From the deepest holler
To the highest mountain
I hear the screaming
My soul's desire
To be free of the pain
To be one with the Father
In the steps of his son
Bruised from battle
The world gives us pain
But we can rise again
Through his precious blood
Spilled not in vain
Song for the ages
I hear his angels proclaim
Sunday morning revival
Eases the strain
Headed for Zion
On this glory train
Thus do I sing
Come my Savior
Lend me your answers
To this unholy refrain
Cries from a sinner
To glorious revival
Come sit beside me
My fellow traveler
Out from darkness
To life ever after.
Amen
D.A. Wittler 1/4/26
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