“And I will bring praise, I will bring praise..”
The passion from their singing fills up the entire place. The people, devoted and on fire, giving their
all to sing this one song. Some, singing and feeling the words, with their eyes closed.
“No weapon formed against me shall remain.”
He can picture the scene – the gates of heaven open, with the crowd roaring and
rejoicing with every bit of passion they had, and declaring..
“God is my victory and He is here.”
It was a breathtaking sight. He could see that, and he smiles at the thought. He was a
part of that crowd, in a concert he went to that night. He could sing, yeah, and he did..
But at the back of his mind, he just knows he couldn’t.
Well, after this night, it would probably be the same, like most Sundays have been.
Back to a 9 to 5 work and another job on the side that helps him and his ailing father
Back to those moments of loneliness when he felt like God was nowhere in sight.
As wars rage on, beliefs clash, in a world full of suffering..
Where was God? Maybe he was in the far-off distance.. maybe he perhaps does not exist.