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You were there tonight. I heard a third part harmony when there isn't a third singer. The power, the clarity rose up to and through the high ceiling and up towards the heavens. The heart of the Word beating, pumping faith through surprised veins, the rhythm surging past earthly boundaries.
The invisible becomes visible in a little church, the ordinary rises to extraordinary in those You made in Your image. Long ago, Your sacrifice took us from sinners to saints.
Let us be bold. Let us speak with confidence because we believe in You. Let our testimony be a wonder-working testament to You. Let Your Word pour over us like a crystal flood of Living Water, saturating our spirits in what pleases You most.
Tonight was for the least of us to offer the most of what we have, love and commitment, and our voices strong in song. You don't care if we sing well, as long as we use our lungs to raise a hallelujah with the songs of the saints. Let it be so.
Amen.
βThen the multitudes who went before and those who followed cried out, saying:
βHosanna to the Son of David!
βBlessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!β
Hosanna in the highest!β
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Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. β€οΈ
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This was so beautifully written Colleen. I loved it!