The flowers in the field 

Burst forth with blooming 

And the wind seems 

To whisper he's a live 

Even the trees lift their branches 

High to the heavens above 

In perfect harmony 

With the creator of the world 



But there's just something 

About my praise he loves 

There's just something 

About the way I speak his name Jesus 

All the hosannas and hallelujahs 

Are sung to him by the angels above 

Something about my praise 

There's just something 

About my praise 



The lord has been so real to me 

Has given me a 

Special kind of love 

And I have more to thank my father for 

Than all the angels in heaven above 

For I've been for a cleansing in that crimson stream of love 

And that makes my praise 

Just a little something special 

To the father above 

And just because I'm his child