Acappella

I just needed to sip a Taste of Grace. I just needed to find a sacred place. I needed to rise from sour extremes, walking past darkness that wells esteem, searching for a light renewed. So, I gave God all the praise. I lift my hands to give Him glory, blessing His name and His heavenly story. I cherished Him holy; I lifted His days, and I gave God hallelujah praise. I was way down in the gloom and doom. It felt like my whole house was swept in blooms of doom, making me want to cry outside.