I Place my Worship In Your Hands

I place my Worship in Your Hands Youtube    • I Place my Worship In Your Hands   Lyrics, Music and Vocals - Bruce Jenkins #gospelmusic #gospelmusicians #gospelmusician Verse 1 The birds greet morning with a song I cannot raise, Their melodies awaken every field with praise. The mountain streams go dancing where Your mercies flow, And mountain peaks reflect the glory that You show. Yet of all the wonders scattered through the earth and sky, Of all the works that testify that You are God Most High, You still delight in simple praise from hearts that understand, So here I am, Lord Jesus, placing worship in Your hands. Chorus I place my worship in Your hands, The offering of a grateful man. No treasure brought from earthly lands, Just love poured out as best I can. The heavens declare Your majesty, The oceans roar Your endless fame, But You still bend Your ear to hear The smallest voice that calls Your name. Verse 2 I cannot paint the colors of a sunset's golden light, Or leave a mark upon this world remembered through the night. I hold no great possessions and no earthly claim to fame, Tomorrow all man's glory fades, but You remain the same. For You have never measured worth by riches or acclaim, And every gift and talent comes from Your abundant grace. So I will bring the little that I have at Your command, And sit in sweet surrender, placing worship in Your hands. Chorus I place my worship in Your hands, The offering of a grateful man. No treasure brought from earthly lands, Just love poured out as best I can. The heavens declare Your majesty, The oceans roar Your endless fame, But You still bend Your ear to hear The smallest voice that calls Your name. Bridge Before the mountains touched the sky, Before the rivers found their way, Before the first bird learned to sing, You were God, and You remain. When all the songs of earth grow still, And kingdoms fade like shifting sand, I'll still be found before Your throne, Placing worship in Your hands. Final Chorus I place my worship in Your hands, My Savior, Father, Faithful Friend. You've given so much more than I could ever bring, A grateful heart of worship, this simple gift I bring. The birds may sing, the rivers run, The mountains declare Your worth, But nothing means more to my heart Than sitting at Your feet, dear Lord. Tag I don't have much to offer You, But what I have is Yours. I place my worship in Your hands.