Abundant and free.
I have no words but hands uplifted.
Tears of joy.
Voices singing in unity.
Raising my hands in worship.
To sing out and praise Him with all my heart,
I just don't have words. I don't want to write against the many years I walked in legalism but it is so hard to express how incredibly huge it was to be able to worship so freely.
I am free.
To raise my hands.
To listen to music that stirs my heart and soul towards Jesus.
Overwhelmed with His extravagant grace I want to extravagantly praise Him.
His love constrains me to shout to the roof top.
"We are free indeed!"
The chains that held me captive have fallen off and now I go running into His arms of love.
His beloved is loved with overflowing love.
In flashing moments of this powerful realization I have no words but praise and thanksgiving.
And so I whisper.
Jesus, I praise you.
Jesus, I thank you.