If gates of Hell we would raze
We must learn to weaponize praise
No army or sermon or chad
Can make a good heart out of bad
But worship that lifts up the Lamb
Reconciles me to the I AM
And as His blood makes my heart new
I learn to draw closer to you
Then as we share in broken bread
His Bride reconnects to the Head
His Body then sprouts hands and feet
So those in the world He may meet
That all be drawn into the Love
That cherubim worship above
Radically Happy 
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