I will praise you

One day in your court is better than a thousand elsewhere.
For that, I will always sing of your praises.
With my lips, I will always sing to you.
If one day, I find I have no voice
and no sound comes out of me when I open my mouth;
I will praise you with my hands.
I will draw the sky with my hands
and marvel at the beauty of your creations.
I will praise you.
Lifting them high up into the sky,
I will praise you.
If one day, I find I have no strength left in me
and my hands will not raise;
I will praise you with my feet.
I will tap along to the rhythm in the sky
and play the percussion in heaven.
I will praise you.
If one day, my feet disobey my command
and refuse to move;
I will praise you with my heart.
I will remember your grace and mercy
and the blood that flows out of you and into my heart.
I will praise you.
If one day my heart cease to beat no more;
I will be right there in front of you
still praising you.

After all, it is not what I can do to praise you, but who I am and who you are.

In spirit and in truth,
I will praise you.

In dedication to Uncle Daniel, a true worshipper of God.