Written by Hattie Pace
Art by Carolina French
I look up,
and my eyes have to blink.
The white stucco is brighter in
the warm air of Sunday morning.
I walk in,
and my heart warms up;
my eyes now aglow
under the twinkle lights above.
And then the drums hit the beat,
and the piano chords pound;
voices rise in harmony,
each soul rings a sound.
My eyes blink back tears
when we sing to the sky;
my whole heart screams “yes,”
yes, You are the way, truth, and life.
The way to breathe,
the truth in praise,
the life given when You call my name.
I look up,
and there aren’t words left.
So I bloom into a smile,
pure awe in my chest.
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