I raise hallelujah.

 I Raise Hallelujah

A Reflection on Psalm 150:6 and Psalm 103:1

I raise hallelujah—not a whisper, not a sigh,

But a shout that splits the silence, a banner lifted high.

From the depths where doubt has held me, from the ashes of despair,

I lift the praise that tells the world, “My God is present here.”

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! (Psalm 150:6)

I raise hallelujah when the sun is warm and bright,

And I raise it through the longest, most unbearable night.

Not because my feelings follow, not because the road is smooth,

But because His love is faithful, and His promises are true.

My hands may shake; my voice may break, but I will lift the song.

For the One who hears my hallelujah makes my spirit strong.

He turns my mourning into dancing, gives me beauty for my ash,

And the praise that I am raising is a weapon that will last.

Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name! (Psalm 103:1)

So I raise hallelujah—against the tide, against the fear.

I raise it for the victory that has already brought me near.

He is worthy, He is risen, He is reigning on the throne.

I raise hallelujah, Lord, and I will not raise it alone.

Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Let the heavens hear the sound.

My praise is rising to Your throne—on holy, solid ground.

Amen.