I feel the most free when my arms are raised and my face turned to heaven.. singing my songs of worship, hearing your voice whisper in my ear. Knowing that you walk beside me keeping my heart so near. I am most fearless when I kneel. Kneel before your face so grateful and stunned by your forgiving grace. For forgiving the moments that I falter. As you know how I struggle so. Bringing my pain and fears to to the alter. You washed me clean with the lambs blood. Even though I am no better than that pig rolling in the mud. So I’ll fall to my knees and raise my hands and be free and fearless in you Lord.
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