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.
Hold Up My Hands 