Sing joyfully to the LORD, you righteous; it is fitting for the upright to praise him. Praise the LORD with the harp; make music to him on the ten stringed lyre. Sing to him a new song; play skillfully and shout for joy. (Psalm 33:1-3)
This is the advancement of the kingdom, how the armies move forth, rushing headlong into the vile bombarding all that is putrid with the symphonic booms from before the throne of LOVE. Darkness flees and trembles as His proclamation thunders over the mighty waters. Mountains melt like wax and destruction consumes the wicked at the very sound of the unapproachable light. Worthy is the Lamb that was slain before the beginning of the world to receive His due. He who fought and suffered is the one and only faithful witness riding forth on a white horse leaving the river of the wicked in His wake. Awesome in holiness, dreadful in beauty; where there is an abundance of dreams and words there is vanity, so we stand in awe of God-jaw agape, tongue rolling on the ground, eyes popping out of our heads, and hearts rushing like locomotives, as dread and joy and love throb along even the smallest of capillaries. God is good all the time and all the time God is good echoes forth more than mere liturgy, it transcends into the hardest of shackles breaking loose the captive and setting the prisoners free. Even in simplicity it shatters the darkness, the symphonies are coming, a soundtrack for an invasion. Praise God all his people the Kingdom of Heaven is marching on!
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barclay. this is an irrelevant comment, just so you know.
you cannot fire me. nope. not gonna happen. not even if sufjan stevens himself came to kansas city and wrote a song aptly entitled "for kacie who did not appropriately introduce my awesomeness to the recovering scene kid with whom she has a tendency to share other music" featuring charity bates on slide whistle and my aunt sue on the string-bucket bass. while that would be the pinnacle of my musical career to witness, i would still, for the record, not be fired.
for the record.
: )
and hey, next time we all go to the antique mall, which had better be soon, it will be terrifically sad if you miss out again. apologies for the miscommunication and inappropriate "mcturd"'s (if you overheard them whilst speaking to darin on the phone that day). we are, in fact, the mcturds, and not you. you are mcpunctual and mcgreat. mcmkay?
God bless you.
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