Only praise

Lord, to only praise,

To You, my voice raise,

In thankfulness

even in this mess,

To know You bring

beauty of everything

hardened, pardoned

Like Pharaoh. I wouldn’t let go.
Heart hard. Heart scarred.

Not a person, but a feeling,
An anger that was seething.

It took taking everything from me,
and still I chased it to the Red Sea.

The Red Sea. Your blood shed for me.
And now I’m Israel. Set free.
Separated from that which bound me.
Thank Jesus. I am free.