| Psalm 9:1-2 teaches us that worship begins with remembering. When we pause long enough to look back at what God has done—every mercy, every rescue, every kindness—we find our hearts rising in gratitude. Praise becomes personal, and then it becomes public. The works of God are not meant to be hidden; they are meant to be told, sung, repeated, and carried into every moment of our lives. This poem is a celebration of that calling. It reminds us that thanksgiving is more than a feeling—it is a testimony. And when God’s people speak of His wonders, His goodness becomes visible again in the world. |
With a thankful heart we stand,
every blessing in Your hand.
All the mercy You have shown,
every kindness You have sown.
Joy awakens in this place
as Your people lift their praise.
What You’ve done cannot be hidden—
let it rise through all our days.
We will tell of Your wondrous works,
every moment, every breath.
We will sing of Your faithfulness—
all You’ve done and all that’s left.
With the woodwinds lifting high,
with the choir in harmony,
we will tell of Your wondrous works;
Lord, Your praise is our decree.
Gratitude becomes our song;
every voice is drawn along.
What You’ve done is meant to shine,
testimony in its prime.
In the quiet and the loud,
in the humble and the proud,
let Your goodness be repeated;
let Your name be lifted now.
We will tell of Your wondrous works,
every moment, every breath.
We will sing of Your faithfulness—
all You’ve done and all that’s left.
With the woodwinds lifting high,
with the choir in harmony,
we will tell of Your wondrous works;
Lord, Your praise is our decree.
Let the story shape our hearts;
let remembrance play its part.
Every blessing You have given
calls Your people into living.
Let the nations hear Your name;
let our worship be proclaimed—
joy and reverence intertwined,
praise that stands the test of time.
So we gather in Your light,
hands and voices lifted high.
Every heart within this room
finds its purpose, finds its tune.
What You’ve done we will repeat;
what You’ve promised we will keep.
Let our worship fill the heavens;
let Your glory be complete.
We will tell of Your wondrous works,
every moment, every breath.
We will sing of Your faithfulness—
all You’ve done and all that’s left.
With the woodwinds lifting high,
with the choir in harmony,
we will tell of Your wondrous works;
Lord, Your praise is our decree.
