Worshipping with my sisters last night to How Great is Our God I realized something. There was no band, no guitars, no lights, no drums, and no stage to get them into the proper mood of worship.
We stood in a room surrounded by brick and heavy metal doors which through them stood sergeants and officers behind bullet proof glass.
The women stood to their feet, with their voices raised singing at the tops of the lungs, their hands lifted, and tears streaming down their faces as they made a joyful noise of How Great is our God.
How Great is Our God!!!