Praise Him with the harp, and praise Him with the cymbal,
Praise Him with your voice in joyful song;
God’s Word bids us; fill His house with praises,
Singing in His joy which makes us strong.
We are blessed with people, who are so anointed,
That our praises lift, as if on wing,
Soaring through the ceiling, soaring ever upward,
Like a sweet aroma to our King.
When we come on Sunday, with our trials and troubles,
Though we plan to leave them all behind,
They’ve prepared the worship, planned the songs and praises,
That will help us to renew our mind.
We see happy faces, people filled with loving,
Showing us that God is with them there,
They encourage, cheer us; then they lift and lead us,
To, with them, again God’s praises share.
When you count your blessings, giving thanks to Jesus,
Don’t forget to count our Worship Team,
Though they lead with cheery, happy smiling faces,
Their lives may not always be, as carefree as they seem.
They too have their troubles, just as every human,
But they rise above them with the Word,
Bring us praise and worship, bring us, singing with them,
Right into the throne room of the Lord.
We thank them for their caring, we thank them for their praising,
We thank them for the gift they are and bring,
We thank God for each member, and for their many talents,
We thank God for our precious Worship Team.