My Hallelujah

 

They tell me that “Hallelujah” is the highest praise.

I don’t know who told them, but that’s what they tell me.

And they keep saying it.

But it can’t be…

“Hallelujah!”

I say it. Often.

I mean it. Always.

“Hallelujah!”

But the highest praise, it cannot be…

It is fitting. He is worthy.

“Hallelujah!”

I say it, and it stirs me.

It is, and will forever be, a praise to an audience of one.

Only He is worthy. Only he deserves it.

“Hallelujah!”

It belongs to Him alone.

But the highest of praises it cannot be…

“Hallelujah…”

For me it’s a beginning.

A beginning of gratitude. A beginning of honor.

A prelude to more.

So much more than saying. It’s the beginning of doing.

So I write.

Because I am grateful;

Because I am blessed;

Because I am anointed;

Because I am chosen;

I write.

Because I am free;

Because I am loved;

I write.

Because I am His and He is mine.

I write.

Because after I’ve said “Hallelujah”, I have so much more to express.

And He has given me an outlet, a release.

So I write.

(And when I’m given the opportunity, I speak.)

“Hallelujah” is just the preamble.

But if they insist that it is the highest praise,

Then writing is my “Hallelujah!”

…what’s yours?

~ALA