Radically Happy

At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook, and the temple was filled with smoke.

Isaiah 6:4

If we want this world to remake
We must dare invoke the PraiseQuake

I’d rather build castles on air
A place with no messiness there

But this world’s corrupt to the core
And my own mind even more

And so my poor Self must be bound
With broken feet nailed to the ground

For heartbroken praise from despair
Proves to the earth I’m His heir

As heaven falls to burn up what’s fake
We’ll rise up in one great PraiseQuake

Today I will stick (with) the corrupt landing
So God can redeem us both