Ode To Taya
This year, a harvest of tears on knees
And a plentiful harvest (of souls) for Hillsong
Singing for Jesus Messiah, people, refugees ...
When Taya sang Hosanna (she soared)
But never left any of us - or Jesus - far behind
In Israel as Pilgrims, land ripe for the Called
for The Harvest, His Great Harvest ...
H A L L E L U J A H & Hosanna, His Commandment!
I have never seen singers lose egos
As well as Hillsong Servants do on stage
Pastors Brian and Bobbi led, now son Joel, and Taya ...
Just a young woman who loves God
She sings with all of humanity, - and more -
She carries all of us, and refugee children –
Maybe ABBA sang as four melting into one ...
Only worship can achieve pure self-abandon,
Where egos stay behind as ears and eyes open ...
Thought and meditation before words are spoken
LORD, how they make us weep with praise
God bless them all, every Hillsong willing slave,
And musicians who share these: "Prince of Peace;
Oceans; Man of Sorrows; Dirt and Grace -
Even when I have no Song, I will praise you" -
Taya, Holy Spirit has allowed us to roar and soar
Waiting for gospel in song, to change hearts, more ...
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