I closed my eyes so tight,
raised my hands as far as I could possibly stretch it. On bended knees tears
dropped from my eyes as I raised my voice until I can only hear myself sing
“Hosanna!!! In the highest…”
I can feel the presence of God in the church
auditorium. It blows on the bare skin at my neck. It feels like a gentle wind.
I could not hold it back as I began speaking in
tongues at the top of my voice. I competed with the sound from the speaker. I
want God to receive my worship before anyone else.
After the music ended, the worship ended.
That was when I realized that the gentle wind was from
the Industrial Fan, blowing from the back of the auditorium.
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