I often don't have time to listen to music until late at night. I can't tell you how many times I've lain on the floor, closed my eyes, and let the music--the holy and creative spirit of my God--wash over me through song.
I feel like my soul can't hold the awesome loveliness and the peace, and the holiness of my God in those moments.
I'm drawn to songs that speak of God's holiness and mercy. How can those two things reside in the same Being? My mind doesn't know this answer, but my soul knows. My soul rises to meet His holiness and my hands wave in adoration and gratefulness for His mercy to me.
I often can't even sing along--I have to let His Spirit minister and let the tears flow...words can't express the love He grows in my heart when I simply lie there and soak up His power.
I think, when I get to heaven, I won't be able to contain myself anymore! I'll soar with the angels when the saints and the cherubim, the seraphim and the redeemed, lift their voices together to praise our God!
"This early Saturday morning, I let You in, Lord. I tear down all the world's walls built by hands covered with cares, and loneliness, and pain. I lie here and let Your Holy Spirit pour the balm of grace over my soul. I offer my tears of worship and nothing more. Nothing but praise and worship to You, Lord. No entreaties and no pleas...simply me...letting You in...letting You heal...letting You minister...letting You love."
We cry Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lamb...we cry Holy, Holy, Holy...we cry Holy, Holy...Holy is the Lamb! Holy are You Lord!