We will praise You, Lord, in sunshine,
And also when it rains.
The earth belongs to You, Lord,
From the trees You raised high,
Down to the tiny grains.

You created us in Your image,
While sinners not knowing thee,
You long for us to seek You,
To open our eyes and see.

Satan is out to steal our joy,
The promise of strength You give.
No matter the hard times,
Praising You is how to live.

Satan wants to destroy the soul,
Making snares of pain and sorrow,
He not only steals joy today,
But tries to defeat tomorrow.

You Holy Word is the power,
To defeat satan's ploy,
Speaking and singing your promises,
Will quickly bring back our joy.

Peace is a gift You gave to us,
As to Heaven you rose above,
You remain with us in spirit,
And fill our hearts with love.

Our suffering will never measure,
To the pain only You know,
If we speak your sweet name, Jesus,
Away from us, satan will go.

Praise You Jesus, Our Lord,
No matter the trial we are in,
With your mercy, grace and love,
No condemnation or weight of sin.

In faith, holding to Your promises,
All valleys we walk through,
Knowing You will never forsake us,

"Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: ... But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities ... and with his stripes we are healed." (Isaiah 53:4,5)

Betty Sanderford