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(This was written
when our |
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son, Paul, died of
cancer) |
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| When your world goes topsy-turvy |
| And your skies are turned to gray |
| And you feel just like the Lord's forsaken you |
| Just remember that He promised |
| He'd go with you all the way |
| Praise the Lord, and He'll reveal Himself to
you. |
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| When you've given your all to Jesus |
| And your pathway still seems rough |
| While other folks go singing on their way |
| Just remember we're His children |
| And His best He gives to us. |
| Praise the Lord, and you will have a brighter
day. |
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| If you praise Him for the blessings |
| Praise Him for the heartaches too |
| He'll not let you suffer more than you can
bear |
| And when other folks around you |
| Hear you sing and praise the Lord |
| They will want His special promises to share. |
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| Praise the Lord when you are happy |
| Praise the Lord when you are blue |
| Praise the Lord and you'll be singing |
| 'Cause you just can't praise the Lord and
grumble too. |
