I came home and watched it again. In full-screen. Closer. Wanting to fall into the crowd of thousands who are enthralled by His holiness. By His greatness. Their hands stretch toward heaven. Their hands give praise for what He did. For Him alone.
He has stood from age-to-age. His name is above all names. He is great, and worthy of all praise.
To think I lived for anyone or anything besides Him brings me to my knees.
I lift Your name high, so as to bring me low!
Thank you for rescuing me from a life not grounded in You. Thank you for showing me Truth. Thank you for sending Your son on my behalf. I pray that there will be a day when all hands are lifted to You in praise. I love you.