Brandy Allison - My Hallelujah (Lyrics and Pictures)

Christian worship music.
Creator of my passion
Maker of my days
So many times that I forget
To notice all the ways

You make me so much better
Than I've ever been before
So I'll sing it to the end of time
And then I'll sing some more

CHORUS
My hallelujah
Hands to heaven
Every minute, every hour
I'm surrounded by Your power
Holy, Holy
My King forever
Your mercy is a gift I'll never earn
And all that I can offer in return
Is my Hallelujah.

Your love remains unchanging
Your word, forever true
And it's my greatest privilege to
Fall down and worship You

How wonderful to call You
My Father, and my Friend
Every morning when the sun comes up
I cry Your name again,

CHORUS
My hallelujah
Hands to heaven
Every minute, every hour
I'm surrounded by Your power
Holy, Holy
My King forever
Your mercy is a gift I'll never earn
And all I have to offer in return
Is my hallelujah.

BRIDGE
The poor, the sick, the lost, the weak
There's no one that You cannot reach
Deliverer of all good things,
I will forever sing

CHORUS
My hallelujah
Hands to heaven
Every minute, every hour
I'm Surrounded by Your power

Holy, Holy
My King forever
Your mercy is a gift I'll never earn
And all I have to offer in return
And all I have to offer in return
Is my hallelujah.
my hallelujah

Written by
Marti Lynn Dodson

From her bio:
I wondered how I would begin to write my life story, but then I realized that I don't have to. It's already been written by God, and I am just here to tell it.

I am Brandy Allison, and this is my story.

My mother and father both worked at a textile mill in our hometown of Union, South Carolina. They married at the age of 16 and had their first child, my big brother, at 17. In January of 1983, five years after my brother was born, they welcomed a screaming, bald, tripled chinned and red skinned 9.5 pound baby girl…me! Mama and Daddy knew from an early age that I would be their "problem child". I was a feisty little blonde thing, known to say whatever was on her mind… I had four aunts and four uncles, and was raised with my boy cousins, so I learned how to be a tomboy pretty quickly…but I also knew how to work up a tear to get them in a heap of trouble when I felt like it. At age 3, I started going to daycare at a church near the mill where my parents worked, and most mornings, I would kick, spit, hit and fight to let them know exactly how I felt about it. One morning, after my usual antics, one of the church ladies named "Ms. Betty" gathered us children and said we were going to do a Christmas show for our mommies and daddies…my eyes lit up thinking about seeing Santa and singing in front of everybody! The first song I ever learned was "Away In A Manger"…I remember singing it by the piano and screaming over the other children to sing the loudest. Little did I know, as much as I hated going to daycare, that it would instill in me a lifelong passion for music that I've pursued ever since.