Praise Leader

I must get there tonight

We must

Drop the sore throat

Drop the setbacks

In our travel

The songs should bear fruit

The crew always work their set-up

Magic.

But Lord I feel that edge

That indescribable thrill

I know this audience

Usually sits on its hands

Pushed around by program.

Let it live tonight

Let it dance as

A living collective

Let it expect your arrival

And accept the breaking

The unashamed response

The words of overcoming

In the selections.

Intentionally Lord

We let them see pain

And perplexity in the words

They do not all believe

That they are winning the battle

But they play-act

Pathetically.

Tonight may they see

In the chords, tone and stanzas

That you have already won

And they are already yours.

Graciously.

It’s time…

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Married and father of two. Living in Waterloo, Ontario. Workplace health and safety professional. Blogger. Poet. Nature hiker. History buff. Inspirational writer. Newsboy for Jesus.

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