To God be the glory my heartbroken tears
To Him be the praise for my worries and fears
For each little thing that is good in me go
The glory to God, for I am below.
My talents, my gifts and my knacks are not mine
The glory to God - I am nothing, just fine
It's only through Him that I even succeed
My God is so great, He gives more than I need.
I on my own am not worthy of praise
Only through Christ up above can I raise
My head up in pride - not of self, but of Him
Alone I am nothing, just blackened with sin.
Alone I am shame in its ugliest form
I'm hopeless and sinful, and wounded and torn
But Christ took the blame for the sins of the lost
An innocent God became man for the cost.
To God be the glory for all that I have
My health and my hope and the reason I'm glad
To God be the glory - I can't help but sing
My Lord is amazing - Praise Him for all things!
i just loved it. the rhymings of your poetry took me to the another world.........i loved your rhymes. keep writing like this and i recognise that you have a long way to go...keep it up. i too write rhymes, i might be not of your age but i have tried my best.....come up and read my works too...... thanks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello Katelin. Hope you are doing well. This is one of the greatest poems of praise to God I have read in a while. It was terrific. I put it on my favorite list. Good work! Loyd