I could sing these songs
As I often do
But every song must end
And You never do

Chorus
So I throw up my hands
And praise You again and again
‘Cause all that I have is a “hallelujah, Hallelujah”
I know it’s not much
But I’ve nothing else fit for a King
Except for a heart singing, “Hallelujah, Hallelujah”

Verse 2
I’ve got one response
I’ve got just one move
With my arm stretched wide
I will worship You

[CHORUS]

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