The Worship Chronicles

She danced because she had been broken,
her arms flailing as they had once been bound.
She threw her face to the heavens,
lips making a joyful sound.
Her praise was an offering,
Her thanks was a gift,
Because of God’s loving-kindness,
She would praise always like this.
– Bryetta

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