This is what I call praising the Lord. So if I lose my composure, please bear with me. I just need to praise the Lord who shed his blood for me and gave me free entrance in the presence of God for all eternity. I praise him because I am free, for where the Spirit of the Lord is there is freedom. Freedom is in my heart. Blessed be his name, Amen.
“Praise the LORD!
Praise God in his sanctuary;
praise him in his mighty heaven!
Praise him for his mighty works;
praise his unequaled greatness!
Praise him with a blast of the ram’s horn;
praise him with the lyre and harp!
Praise him with the tambourine and dancing;
praise him with strings and flutes!
Praise him with a clash of cymbals;
praise him with loud clanging cymbals.
Let everything that breathes sing praises to the LORD!
Praise the LORD!” (Psalm 150)