I knew a man who didn’t like to sing

But boy could he praise

For He had to, you know?

He had to.

Because for him, refusing to praise

Would be like choosing to forget…

His life before Jesus’ reign

When pride was a bully

And lust a dull glee

When anger was a vulture

And people were so annoying

When helping was just business

And care was obliged

When fleshy flesh roared

And insecurity thrived

But, He is So so so thankful now

Because he is oh so different now

He has deep deep peace now

He regards others well now

This man is a man set on praise

Set on heaping glory on the high name

And this man is so stubborn

So stubborn to adore.

He will and you can’t stop Him

He will praise because he has to.

He is resolute, steady in His praise

For in truth he was once

One who loved himself some him

But currently begs to live life within

The fullness of His Jesus

And the richness of His Lord

And in hail and storm

Or famine or hell

He will stand and has stood tall and alive

In adoration.

I knew a man who didn’t like to sing

But boy can he praise