And Your Praise Goes On

No matter what my day is like
Or how I choose to spend
No matter how I use my time
Or keep it and defend.

I will not let my fragile mind
Be twisted to the trend
And filed away to sit and shine
In uselessness again.

No more am I a hellion
And Your praise goes on.

There’s better use for playwright’s tales
Than tragedy and shame
My life should not be spent inside
To shudder at the rain.

I live for something worthier
Than my sacrificial pain
Or what I have to lose today
Tomorrow for to gain.

My freedom is already won.
And Your praise goes on.

Dance, my soul! Lift up your head!
Your shame will pass you by
And Death no longer take my heart
My Love no more is dry.

You fly through my imaginings
And dance around the sky
You sound the calling trumpets
Like a living battle cry.

Now I am a son of God
And Your praise goes on.