Bless the Lord, O my soul
Worship His holy name,
Sing like never before, O my soul!
Worship His holy name.
The two huckleberry eyed kids were in the backseat again, and it felt right.
Clinton sat frustrated with his sister.
The music kept playing. The chorus started.
Bless the Lord, O my soul
Worship His holy name
Clinton looked at the ground, still upset, and his low voice sang.
Sing like never before, O my soul!
Worship His holy name
Lexi looked at him and at me, watching our mouths, her words delayed and following the ones we sang. Clinton looked at me in the mirror, no smile, his voice still singing. The Lord understands far more, far greater.
The Lord hears his children glorifying Himself - even when our souls can't smile.
Bless the Lord, O my soul.
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