I stand, sing, raise my hands, close my eyes, always keeping an eye on the five wiggly worms around me. I glance around at the joy and praise coming from others. I look down at my five, wondering, "What are they thinking? What did I think when I was a child? Why is this one so angry? Why is that one NOT singing? Is the passion going to last?"
I pray some more.
Oh Lord, these souls that are here, let them not be lost. These words, may they penetrate these hearts. May they have 10,000 Reasons to sing Your praise. May they praise You, What a Savior. May they have their Happy Day, when Jesus washed their sins away. May they run into the arms of Jesus and may He always be enough.