Ten thousands reasons to smile,
Thousand folds of your grace in pile,
For a hundred loads of love in hail,
Ten claps ..., you fought my troubles to raze,
the one reason i wil' always praise.
Blessing of the Lord maketh poor rich.
For the broken heart He stitch,
Giving them warm with cuddle en touch.
For with yo' joy ever morning i face,
the one reason i wil' always praise.
Rising up on a star so bright,
with yo' haze of lase to my path you light.
To my stumble and bumble you hold.
In cold and hurt, i run for 'ur embrace,
that’s one reason i wil' always praise.
In my night you stroll in watch,
thy glitter glow leads through in notch.
In my sleep of strife your care comforts,
unveiling my dreams, you set 'em to pace.
The one reason i wil' always praise,
Thousand folds of your grace in pile,
For a hundred loads of love in hail,
Ten claps ..., you fought my troubles to raze,
the one reason i wil' always praise.
Blessing of the Lord maketh poor rich.
For the broken heart He stitch,
Giving them warm with cuddle en touch.
For with yo' joy ever morning i face,
the one reason i wil' always praise.
Rising up on a star so bright,
with yo' haze of lase to my path you light.
To my stumble and bumble you hold.
In cold and hurt, i run for 'ur embrace,
that’s one reason i wil' always praise.
In my night you stroll in watch,
thy glitter glow leads through in notch.
In my sleep of strife your care comforts,
unveiling my dreams, you set 'em to pace.
The one reason i wil' always praise,
It’s for the million reasons i smile.
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