Sing for me my daughter

Sing for me my daughter for I cannot sing no more
Sing and praise the Lord for me, my voice is weak
Sing for me because my strength is gone
Sing for me and you to Him who loves us both
Sing as if there was nothing else to do
Sing with all the power you have within you, your heart and voice
Sing Him praise, pray, beg, cry, rejoice
Sing to thank Him, love Him give your life to Him

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Once there was a singer
Who lived to Praise the Lord
And while he kept on singing
No bread he could afford

They loved his songs
We heard them all
They played so many
Winter, Spring or Fall

While all enjoyed the singing
He still had nowt to eat
His songs fed Faith to many
He craved for bread or meat

And still he kept on singing
For Praise his only want
They spread the songs he’d offered
There was a large demand

If only I could earn a living
Is what the singer thought
And with winter now a coming
A warm coat must be bought

They loved his songs
We heard them all
They played so many
Winter, Spring or Fall

But still he kept on singing, for Praise is all he want …