O my soul, praise the Lord,
for He is good and worthy of all praise.
May my voice reach the heavens,
as I sing of what the Lord has done.
He reached out his hand into the darkness
and caught a hold of my hand grasping for light.
He pulled me out of the pit,
I intentionally jumped into.
He placed my feet on solid ground,
when I had been walking on shifting sand.
He covered me with his loving embrace,
and restored my weary soul.
He whispered words of joy into my ears,
and lifted the burden on my soul.
How can I not sing praise to my Lord,
who has set me free?
Even if I tried to close my lips,
my body would dance in worship of You.
I will join with creation,
in worship of You, our Creator.
I will lay myself down at the foot of your throne,
in awe and honor You who have renewed me.