Praise the Lord, O my Soul

I want to be a fountain,
bubbling and splashing with joy for you.
I want to be a storm,
praising you from the depths of my being.
I want to be a fire,
consuming myself with love for my Lord.
I want to be a gale,
never silent to glorify your name...

But I'm just a puddle,
with only sometimes a ripple or two;
I'm a grey foggy day,
dampening all song.
I'm just a candle,
flame trembling in the wind,
and only a breeze,
barely whispering your fame.

I want to praise you,
give you glory -
why do I keep on bogging down?
Why can't my heart wake,
like an earthquake atremor,
worship erupting
in glittering flame?
How can my heart stay silent,
and my soul still sleep?

Lord,
give me more love for you,
more trust in what you've done for me.
Open my lips -
wake me up -
and teach me to cry out:

Praise the Lord, o my soul
let all that is within me
praise his holy name.