All the praise and glory to God

All the praise and glory to God, we sing Hallelujah!

How could I forget? The Cross. The nails. The blood. The crown of thorns. The lashes. The grave.

The ressurection.

Love. The value of this word, perverted and watered down my man. Forgotten and replaced by substitutes that we idolise... that I idolise. How many times have I walked away from it. Yet, He pursues me and gives grace for me to be made right with Him once again.

I wanna worship You with all my heart. It's Your love that has saved me.