Tuesday, June 19
Trying to emerge from a place within,
it bubbles up, desiring to begin.
It fills my soul and leaps into my heart,
bouncing around for a way to depart.
It creeps up my throat and onto my tongue.
It darts out as a song to be sung.
It pokes at my ego, my hands to raise.
Then I recognize my old friend Praise.
He always comes knocking when I’m distressed,
seeking to guide me on a Godly quest.
As his exultations begin to grow,
I give him permission his words to flow.
When I hear his sounds familiar and sweet,
I know they rise up my Savior to greet.
When his handiwork at last comes to rest,
I know once again I’m sure to be blessed.
~ Happy praising!
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