I will bless the Lord at all times; his praise shall continually be in my mouth.

Psalm 34:1 (NIV)

Upon the peaks where eagles fiercely soar,
I’ll bless the Lord with anthems bold and free,
His praise shall gleam on spires of porphyry,
A regal flame to burn forevermore.
Through marble vales where torrents shout His lore,
To emerald heights where ancient cedars plea,
My voice shall rise, a crown of victory,
A golden song no shadow can outpour.

When sin roars fierce and corruption’s tide ascends,
My hymn shall ring, a palace pure and whole,
Adorned with Christ, the might within that mends.
In redeemed souls where His blest Word is stored,
His glory reigns, a throne that never bends—
Eternal, splendid, harbored and restored.