We stood up to sing our praises and prayers to our Lord God and before I knew what was happening, tears were flowing down my cheeks. I didn't even have time to try and hold them back, like I usually do. But without a second thought I started singing a prayer to God.
Spirit.
[fallen]
Power.
[revealed]
Love.
[surrounded]
Freedom.
[embraced]
No worries.
No judgments.
No chains.
Nothing.
Pure.
The way it should be.
Wholehearted.
Unified.
Healed.
Reconciled.
'Praise the Lord.
Praise God in his sanctuary;
praise him in his mighty heavens.
Praise him for his acts of power;
praise him for his surpassing greatness.
Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet,
praise him with the harp and lyre,
praise him with tambourine and dancing,
praise him with the strings and flute,
praise him with the clash of cymbals,
praise him with resounding cymbals.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord.'
[Psalm 150]
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