Shekinah Glory Ministry Something About My Praise
The flowers in the field
Burst forth with blooming
And the wind seems
To whisper he's a live
Even the trees lift their branches
High to the heavens above
In perfect harmony
With the creator of the world
But there's just something
About my praise he loves
There's just something
About the way I speak his name Jesus
All the hosannas and hallelujahs
Are sung to him by the angels above
Something about my praise
There's just something
About my praise
The lord has been so real to me
Has given me a
Special kind of love
And I have more to thank my father for
Than all the angels in heaven above
For I've been for a cleansing in that crimson stream of love
And that makes my praise
Just a little something special
To the father above
And just because I'm his child