Sunday Morning Praise

As a child, these words were stamped on my heart.  Every Sunday morning, they were offered up as a sacrifice of praise.  To this day, they speak to my heart and bring my soul to a place of worship.

 Doxology
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Amen
                          ~Louis Bourgeois



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