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How Long?
How long must we wear these chains and mute the songs of our hearts? Songs meant for praise and
love and meant to extol the Kingdom of God. Our hearts are breaking for our
neighbors and for a broken world consumed by a focus on self.
Turn our heats to
you, Lord. Let us go to our knees in humility rather than stomping in protest.
Let us cry out for your Kingdom coming. Who can stop it? And who can stop
praises from entering your throne room? None. There are none that can do this.
Our hearts pour out worship in spirit and truth and we are those you seek and
call to yourself.
I heard it in the
quiet of Your sanctuary.
I was free not to
sing.
I tell you that I
found a deep well of untapped love and adoration for our King dammed up for the
need to sound out words and notes in precise and harmonic ways. When that need
for the mechanics of song was broken by the command not to sing, worship gushed
forth and broke chains. The logjam has moved downstream. Lord, let the force
of your rushing waters take it down to the ocean and leave me free.
The Lord was good
to me, he broke through my reticence and allowed me to move, clap, raise my hands
in praise, and punch out emphasis to the prayers and worship during the
service. I felt liberated, likely more so than I have in the years since
returning to my home church.
I am thankful. It
is not too much to ask that the fires to remain hot and that our ardor continue
for the King.
In His grip,
jerry
