​What separates us from the massive crush?
What inflates the fragile balloon of our souls?
What calibrates the compass of our hearts?
I lift my eyes
I life my soul
I lift my hands
Like pouring pure water though a filthy pipe, worshipping God purifies me
It rejuvenates me
It orients me
It’s an officer’s call and all the lower-ranking conflicts within the walls of my mind and heart dress their times.
You, O God, are mighty
You, O God, are holy
You, O God, redeem your people and breathe life into the dead places.
You resurrect that which has been killed or killed itself
From your hand come blessing and prosperity.
They are yours to dispense.
You show kindness to me when you so desire.
You show yourself powerful and stern at other times.
Please be patient with me, O Lord, and heal my heart.
I need your grace.
 

​Traction
Provision
Momentum
Karma (the Jesus kind)
You’ve opened some flood gates recently
Flood gates we’ve asked for you to open
You are good and you are faithful
Now that you have finally answered, I do not fail to thank you.
Praise Christ for his kindness to us.
Thank him for the special grace he has bestowed upon us
Jump up and shout for he is good to those he loves (which is all of us)
I sing a stupid song declaring my love for you.
I pour out my heart in a wild dance before you.