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
Compositor: Dante Bowe / Brandon Lake / Benjamin Hastings