Four days before tomorrow a boy was sitting at youth group
It was dark and he could see billions of stars
He heard the deep voice of his Pastor asking the kids to look up
He wanted them to realize that looking up is not just literal
By looking at the beauty of the cosmos they could also see God
The Pastor explained how we as humans don't look up enough; not to God
He said to the kids and the boy:
"You know, the world is a really heavy place.
Every day a new pressure is placed upon humanity.
This weight prevents us from looking up to God
It turns us away.
Others it pushes them to their knees,
They sit there and pray
And pray
And pray
But they can't get up"
The boy glanced up and saw that his Pastor had a guitar out
The Pastor asked his students to rise to their feet to praise.
He strummed some soothing cords and he praised God
They raised their voice to the heavens and sang to God together
The Pastor spoke in between his songs.
He asked his students
He asked them to raise their hands
He asked them to look to the sky and Praise
He asked them to sing each song as a prayer
When they were all sat down the Pastor asked them a question.
He asked:
"Why, did I have you raise your hands"
All of them were quite for a minute.
Then the boy said something.
He said:
"We raised our hands to hold up the sky.
We used our hands to hold up the pressure of the world, and we prayed to God for help."
The boy, empowered by the butterflies in his heard. She shivers in his skin. The clearness of his sight. He added:
If the whole world raised their hands for praise,
All the world's pressure could end
"We could raise our hands in church
In mosque's
In synagogue's
In our homes
Then nobody would have to fight
Nobody would have to starve
Nobody would have to shiver
Nobody would be alone"
Shacking the boy sat down
The silence that followed was absolute
The air was pressure free
The sky was clear
The stars were bright.
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
Four days before tomorrow a boy was sitting at youth group
It was dark and he could see billions of stars
He heard the deep voice of his Pastor asking the kids to look up
He wanted them to realize that looking up is not just literal
By looking at the beauty of the cosmos they could also see God
The Pastor explained how we as humans don't look up enough; not to God
He said to the kids and the boy:
"You know, the world is a really heavy place.
Every day a new pressure is placed upon humanity.
This weight prevents us from looking up to God
It turns us away.
Others it pushes them to their knees,
They sit there and pray
And pray
And pray
But they can't get up"
The boy glanced up and saw that his Pastor had a guitar out
The Pastor asked his students to rise to their feet to praise.
He strummed some soothing cords and he praised God
They raised their voice to the heavens and sang to God together
The Pastor spoke in between his songs.
He asked his students
He asked them to raise their hands
He asked them to look to the sky and Praise
He asked them to sing each song as a prayer
When they were all sat down the Pastor asked them a question.
He asked:
"Why, did I have you raise your hands"
All of them were quite for a minute.
Then the boy said something.
He said:
"We raised our hands to hold up the sky.
We used our hands to hold up the pressure of the world, and we prayed to God for help."
The boy, empowered by the butterflies in his heard. She shivers in his skin. The clearness of his sight. He added:
If the whole world raised their hands for praise,
All the world's pressure could end
"We could raise our hands in church
In mosque's
In synagogue's
In our homes
Then nobody would have to fight
Nobody would have to starve
Nobody would have to shiver
Nobody would be alone"
Shacking the boy sat down
The silence that followed was absolute
The air was pressure free
The sky was clear
The stars were bright.
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