When I sing my praise to You,
I am lifted up to higher ground.
Something happens in my soul
when I lift my voice to worship You.
Feels like sunshine on my face,
a cool breeze in a desert place.
When I worship You,
heaven comes to me, heaven comes to me.
Heaven is where I belong,
where the angels sing before
Your throne. I am caught up in up
in their sound when I lift my voice
to worship You. From beyond where
eyes can see, love is pouring over me.
I will worship You, heaven comes to
me, heaven comes to me.
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