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)
Jesus is the well of the living water, the Holy Spirit. 