Even The Praise Comes From You - The Imperials, Jim Murray

Where do I begin to find

A way to praise Your name

When the feeling feels so special

But the words all sound the same

I’ll just get down on my knees, Lord

It’s the only thing to do

I can’t even start to praise Your name

Without a touch from You

Even the praise comes from You

Every prayer that I raise comes from You

Fill my mouth with words of worship

And I’ll give them back to You

'Cause, Lord, they’re not my own

They come from You alone

Even the praise, every feeling and phrase

Even the praise coms from You

The sound of praise that blooms in me

Is on You planted there

You gave me the music

To tell You how I care

My life is just the branch, Lord

But Your life is the Vine

The melody that flows in me

Was never really mine

Even the praise comes from You

Every prayer that I raise comes from You

Fill my mouth with words of worship

And I’ll give them back to You

'Cause, Lord, they’re not my own

They come from You alone

Even the praise, every feeling and phrase

Even the praise comes from You

Oh, even the praise comes from You

Every prayer that I raise comes from You

Fill my mouth with words of worship

And I’ll give them back to You

'Cause, Lord, they’re not my own

They come from You alone

Even the praise, every feeling and phrase

Even the praise comes from You

Lord, from You