Nothing left to do but sing

There are some days that I have to try really hard to remember why it is that I get out of bed in the morning; why I put one foot in front of the other. Usually days like that come when I’m exhausted. Since I spent well over half the night lying awake in bed deep in thought and back pain, this morning was just such a day. On days like this, I remind myself that God is still God and He is still sitting on His throne. After that, there isn’t much left to do but sing. Today, my daughter and I listened to “Hallelujahs” by Chris Rice over and over on the way to school and work:


A purple sky to close the day
I wade the surf where dolphins play
The taste of salt, the dance of waves
And my soul wells up with hallelujahs

A lightning flash, my pounding heart
A breaching whale, a shooting star
Give testimony that You are
And my soul wells up with hallelujahs

Oh praise Him all His mighty works
There is no language where you can’t be heard
Your song goes out to all the earth
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!

O cratered moon and sparrows wings
O thunder’s boom and Saturn’s rings
Unveil our Father as you sing
And my soul wells up with hallelujahs

Oh praise Him all His mighty works
There is no language where you can’t be heard
Your song goes out to all the earth
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!

The pulse of life within my wrist
A fallen snow, a rising mist
There is no higher praise than this
And my soul wells up
O my soul wells up
Yes my soul wells up with hallelujahs

Oh praise Him all His mighty works
There is no language where you can’t be heard
Your song goes out to all the earth
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!
O hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!