Gratitude
Passion and Brandon Lake's 'Gratitude' is a live worship anthem expressing heartfelt thanks to God. The song acknowledges human limitations in finding words to convey gratitude, offering praise as the only fitting response. It encourages the soul to boldly praise, referencing David's example of commending his soul to God. The repeated 'hallelujah' underscores that a heart singing praise is the greatest offering for a King. The song culminates in declaring Jesus worthy of all praise, emphasizing that believers were made to praise Him.
All my words fall short
I got nothing new
How could I express
All my gratitude
I could sing these songs
As I often do
But every song must end
And You never do
So I throw up my hands
And praise You again and again
'Cause all that I have is a
Hallelujah, hallelujah
And I know it's not much
But I've nothing else fit for a king
Except for a heart singing
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I've got one response
I've got just one move
With my arms stretched wide
I will worship You
Come one
So I throw up my hands
And praise You again and again
'Cause all that I have is a
Singing hallelujah, hallelujah
And I know it's not much
But I've nothing else fit for a king
Except for a heart singing
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Yeah, hallelujah
It's all I have
I'll sing it still
Come on
This is where we commend our souls like David did
So come on my soul, oh, don't you get shy on me
Lift up your song, 'cause you've got a lion
Inside of those lungs
Get up and praise the Lord
Come on Passion I need to know what you got inside of thee
So come on my soul, oh, don't you get shy on me
Lift up your song, 'cause you've got a lion
Inside of those lungs
Get up and praise the Lord
Praise the Lord
Come on
So come on my soul, oh, don't you get shy on me
Lift up your song, 'cause you've got a lion
Inside of those lungs
Get up and praise the Lord
Oh, come on come on come on
Come on my soul, oh, don't you get shy on me now
Lift up your song, 'cause you've got a lion
Inside of those lungs
Get up and praise the Lord
Hey
Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord
I can't help
I can't help but praise the Lord
Hey
I was made to praise
I was made to praise
I was made to praise
Come on everybody in this place every voice
So I throw up my hands
And praise You again and again
'Cause all that I have is a
Hallelujah, hallelujah
And I know it's not much
But I've nothing else fit for a king
Except for a heart singing
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Singing hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
You're so worthy of my [?]
You're so worthy, Lord
We sing hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah, King Jesus
You're so worthy
You're so worthy of my [?]
Hey, yeah