the shoutin', make it loud and Make His praise glorious, glorious I was created to make His praise glorious I was created to make His praise glorious, glorious
and make it loud, and make His praise glorious, glorious. [Vamp:] I was created to make His praise glorious. I was created to make His praise glorious, glorious
翻訳: カレンクラークシェアード. グローリアス（賛美を作る）.
' question How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop And my body start to shake, if I should die before I wake With my hands gripped Praise
me and you, what happened to us now? Got you hopin' for the glorious Waitin' for that victorious feelin' wanted by all of us Kneelin' and praying that
abused and afraid We all get confused By the moves that we made So I mend broken heart Make art and pray From the start of the day To the end of the evening Make
make me complete Glorious, shining so glorious Though I stumble, though I fall You remain glorious Towards Your light I come running, I come running Into Your arms I come running, I come running Glorious
resurrection of the life The Son of the Living God You're the only one worthy of honor And glory and power and praise Master, only You make all things
bonds of love we meet, Hear our voices, we entreat, God defend our Free Land. Guard Pacific's triple star, From the shafts of strife and war, Make her praises
sent His Son and said, ?Let there be light? Let there be light We who are His have this calling To praise Him and make His name known So one day the
Your majesty Your presence fills my life And the earth will shake, the skies light up They join with us Live to make Your praises glorious, glorious
feet So let hope rise and darkness tremble In Your holy light That every eye will see Jesus our God Great and mighty to be praised God of all days Glorious
rip that monkey off your back to make room for Jesus Christ Substitute that destructive habit with a more constructive vice We've replaced professional counselors with prayer
in vain, Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night. You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence, Screaming
of being In the coldest night Huddled 'round the dying embers Praying for the light Might set us free Fingers that soothe you Shadows that stalk you (The jokes that make
I'll play guitar to make the rent And you can make our family three I might not make a million dollars But a million dollars won't make me I'm looking
What angel wakes me from my flowered bed ? Oh, You have killed my sleeping fairy-land I pray, You gentle mortal, sing again, I'm wandering 'till truth makes
