Lift up our eyes
God is over that hill
Lift up our hands
God is over this place
Lift up your praise
Praise God, until we can see His face
Won’t you sing out some praise?
Won’t you sing out some praise?
Won’t you sing out some praise to the LORD?
I can hear the music in my head. You’ll just have to imagine. If you can imagine anything, imagine the good things that God has given you!
As I say this, my dog. My favorite dog! Well he is getting in my face to tell me something. He’s telling me, “Stop what you are doing. Walk with me!” This is by telepathy, of course!
Our prayer becomes inhabited our praise!
(I have not had time to post more of 1 John. I could post (un edited) it then you could see my ignorance—who wants to show that? Won’t you sing out some praise?
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