Here we are in your presence, Lifting holy hands to You,
Here we are praising Jesus, For the things He’s brought us through
I see the hands stretched high; they are beautiful to me for I know what they let go of to reach up.
The mother whose daughter has 8 full body seizures a day and constant pain.
That sister who has seen the death of her hearts desire, but continues to hope.
A father who has lost a child.
The couple who is shunned from earthly family, but chose to gladly forsake all earthly ties for the sake of knowing Him.
These saints praise their Father even though what their eyes long to see, is not what is seen ...
but in its place a greater gift develops… Faith to trust, Hope to labor on, strength to praise.
There is a sweet fragrance in this place... I too am stirred to praise.
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