"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."
How often, must we lay down our heavy load, after a long road of seeking Him.
Sometimes, accepting the simple gift is the fruit of the journey.
An open hand resulting from years of letting go.
Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty.
How beautiful are Your ways.
You orchestrate our lives like a brilliant symphony.
And each and every sound is beautiful and powerful.
For each and every sound is
the blood of the Lamb and the word of our testimony.
And we participate in conjunction with our Father
To perform the tune of the death of evil and the rebirth of the universe.
And as we doff our choir robes, we step through the gate of eternity
Into that brilliant, holy city.