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Awake from my sleep after a good nights rest
Out of the shower and into my Sunday best
My nice clean car just detailed yesterday
I decide to go to church so I make my way
As I arrive on time, or fashionably late
I think to myself this is going to be great
This is a good thing I’m taking time to do
Take in a morning service and give God his due
Half way though the worship service I get to my seat
I clap my hands and I pat me feet
I know God can hear me so no need to be loud
Beside someone may be looking at me from the crowd
As I start to feel the beat I glance to my left
And there I notice the section for the deaf
They’re waving their hands and jumping around
As if they could really hear the sound
Along comes a woman in a wheel chair
As she is rolled to the front I try not to stare
But she lifts her arms and begins to sing out
There were tears in her eyes as she broke into a shout
I started to stand but didn’t want to stand alone
So I pretended like I was checking the volume on my phone
When I was finished and looked up again
A handicap family ask for the seats on my end
Of coarse I moved down sorry for them
They began to worship as soon as than they got in
Another guy had only one hand to raise
But he lifted it as high as he could in praise
At that moment it hit me like a baseball bat
How dare I hold my praises back
I have all my senses and all my limbs
I can hear the music and feel the wind
I can see the beauty God has made
And understand the depth of the price He paid
It was then I was first amazed
At the understanding of perfect praise
Through infirmity, misfortune, or shame
Come what may we should praise His name
J. Moore
4/15.2012
Out of the shower and into my Sunday best
My nice clean car just detailed yesterday
I decide to go to church so I make my way
As I arrive on time, or fashionably late
I think to myself this is going to be great
This is a good thing I’m taking time to do
Take in a morning service and give God his due
Half way though the worship service I get to my seat
I clap my hands and I pat me feet
I know God can hear me so no need to be loud
Beside someone may be looking at me from the crowd
As I start to feel the beat I glance to my left
And there I notice the section for the deaf
They’re waving their hands and jumping around
As if they could really hear the sound
Along comes a woman in a wheel chair
As she is rolled to the front I try not to stare
But she lifts her arms and begins to sing out
There were tears in her eyes as she broke into a shout
I started to stand but didn’t want to stand alone
So I pretended like I was checking the volume on my phone
When I was finished and looked up again
A handicap family ask for the seats on my end
Of coarse I moved down sorry for them
They began to worship as soon as than they got in
Another guy had only one hand to raise
But he lifted it as high as he could in praise
At that moment it hit me like a baseball bat
How dare I hold my praises back
I have all my senses and all my limbs
I can hear the music and feel the wind
I can see the beauty God has made
And understand the depth of the price He paid
It was then I was first amazed
At the understanding of perfect praise
Through infirmity, misfortune, or shame
Come what may we should praise His name
J. Moore
4/15.2012
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