Praise on My Lips

I do miss singing. With life as it is lately, there aren't a ton of opportunities for me to really belt at the top of my lungs like I might have in high school or college. There were more places for that, then, and there was less NPR. But every now and again, I am home alone for a quiet moment, listening to music on random as I work or fold or sew, and a lyric stops me in my tracks. It draws my soul up and out of my body, and I just have to dance or cry or raise my hands, overwhelmed by the truth of it.

This is my inspiration today:

Free of all her guilt and rid of all her shame And known by her true name and it's why I sing Your praise will ever be on my lips, ever be on my lips