I lift my hands up to the sky,
My praises I send out,
With joy in my heart for all He’s done,
He washes away my doubt.

I sing songs of thanksgiving,
For all the gifts He’s given me,
Earthly treasures I do not need,
Because He’s set me free.

How precious does He make me feel,
When I think upon His Grace,
How blessed I am everyday,
When I seek His Face.

©2007 Virginia Donahue