A poem... My PRAISE IS MY SEED My praise is my seed. Don’t judge my praise. My praise and dance in church is not an entertainment show, but a choice to bask in His glow. It’s my praise to my God. I might not have any tangible reason why I should praise so extravagantly, I will do it anyway because He can do so abundantly. I might be in the biggest fight of my life, yet will I praise him, There might be no melody or rhythm in my song, I will praise Him anyhow with a joyful sound. Don’t judge my praise. My praise is my seed. I will praise Him anyway because my answer is on the way. He redeemed me from the hell I was going through and I have a story to tell. I owe Him a debt of praise because it should have been me on Calvarys tree. I will praise Him anyway. Don’t judge my praise. You werent there when Love found me and cleaned me up, You didnt feel what I felt when I knew He loved me regardless So I will praise Him no less. My praise is my seed. Don’t judge my praise. Youve not been through what Ive been through So you cant know what’s amazing about grace. That’s why I praise Him so, because He loves me so. My praise is my seed. I will pour my Alabaster box on Him. My praise is my seed, my all, my everything. Yet will I praise Him, He is so deserving, so faithful. My praise is my seed for what only Him can do.....Pst Chuks. Join me 2moro 9am @GraceHouse. Lets pour our praise on Him. Shalom.
Posted on: Sat, 24 May 2014 13:35:31 +0000
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