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 arm stretched wide
I will worship You
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
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 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 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, hey
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord
Praise the Lord
So I throw up my hands
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
