Let praises flow forth from the heart like a mighty river. Praise me in the morning when you awake. Am I an egomaniac that commands your praise? No, Child. Praise is a gift. Offer up a sacrifice of praise. Praise shows that mighty things have been accomplished. Praise flows from humble lips. Humility is a high character trait of a Child of God. Pride must cease its infantile tantrum within the flesh as it recognizes the presence of an infinite God. Pride unknowingly worships Satan. Humility worships God.
Praise me. Recognize the Word as the reason of all praise. Praise me with your soul. Let the praises flow unceasingly on wings of upraised gentle pinion. Let praises flow on gentle currents of turning vapor. Pray to me with praise. Let those words of praise fall softly from molded lips, targeted toward their Maker. Let words of praise come forth and fill and overcome the empty darkened halls of a vapid, earthly dominion. Let this kingdom of the dark one be filled with the praises of light. Praise is like a sunbeam shining through the clouds on a gloomy morning.
Praise is like a bright smile flashed unexpectedly your way.
Praise is like a banner lifted overhead proclaiming victory!
Nothing in this world is as worthy of praise as the Unseen One. The Unseen One is like an unseen breath. The One who came into the world for a breath of time, carried the burden and sin of an entire people, and then left this world on the exhale and then three days later inhaled life. Exhale praise, Child. Inhale life.
I breathed. I stopped. I breathed again!
My breathe is real breathe. I am alive! Alive!
I am a living propitiation. I am a living sacrifice. I am a living payment. I am a living reward. I am a living Redeemer. I am Alive!
I saw a lamb standing in the center near the throne with the four living creatures and the leaders. The lamb looked like he had been slaughtered. He had seven horns and seven eyes, which are the seven spirits of God sent all over the world. He took the scroll from the right hand of the one who sits on the throne. When the lamb had taken the scroll, the four living creatures and the 24 leaders bowed in front of him. Each held a harp and a gold bowl full of incense, the prayers of God’s holy people. Then they sang a new song, “You deserve to take the scroll and open the seals on it, because you were slaughtered. You bought people with your blood to be God’s own. They are from every tribe, language, people, and nation. You made them a kingdom and priests for our God. They will rule as kings on the earth.” Then I heard the voices of many angels, the four living creatures, and the leaders surrounding the throne. They numbered ten thousand times ten thousand and thousands times thousands. In a loud voice they were singing, “The lamb who was slain deserves to receive power, wealth, wisdom, strength, honor, glory, and praise.” I heard every creature in heaven, on earth, under the earth, and on the sea. Every creature in those places was singing, “To the one who sits on the throne and to the lamb be praise, honor, glory, and power forever and ever.” Revelation 5:7-13
Father, I praise you. Holy Spirit, I praise you. Jesus, I praise you! You are the heart of my praise. What joy floods the soul when praises roll, what wondrous hope flows when praises glow . What peace fills the heart when praises start. All glory, honor, and praise to Jesus alone. Amen.