The flowers in the field burst forth with blooming And the wind seems to whisper, He's alive Even the trees lift their branches high to the heavens above In perfect harmony with the creator of the world 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 There's just something about my praise He loves My Jesus been so real to me He gives me a special kind of love 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 That makes my praise Just a little something special To the Father above And just because I'm His Child 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 There's just something about my praise There's just something about the way I speak His name There's just something about my praise He loves