Tonight, I'm sitting on the turf at the RCA Dome in Indianapolis. At this very moment, sitting, hearing the gentle passionate praise of 12000 young people calling out to their God. Their God. God, our Christ, Savior... Lord. I can't help but feel the breath of my God as such a choir praises Him. The whisper of my King enveloped in voices heard by angels. Father. Abba. I can't help but be stripped bare, wholly through, laying open in the hands of One, who warmly smiles upon the truest worship of His name. God, Father, Savior, Jesus, King, Lord, Abba, Yahweh.
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