Excellent Paraphrased Psalm 147 Praise Him by patcelaw

Praise Him Lord, I will sing praises to you For it is good and pleasant My praises to You are beautiful. When I praise Him He Will heal my broken heart And bind up my wounds. He has counted the stars He has even given them Their own names. Great is our Lord And He has great power His understanding is limitless. The Lord lifts up the meek And casts to the ground The wicked. Sing unto the Lord With thanksgiving Praise Him with the harp. He put the clouds in the sky To bring rain to the earth And grass to grow on the mountains. -Patricia Lawrence Psalm 147:1, 3-8

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