Stitched to burst in Praise

What a weighty reflection it is to consider that there is a not a single aspect of our being, even in the messiness of our fallen nature, that was not made to give Him all the glory!

I am birthed, disfigured,

Into filth, toxic to all;

Yet, fashioned to hold,

Carved to pour forth -

Praise, exaltation, worship -

From every pore,

Sound, vocal and abdominal;

Faculty, of mind and emotion;

And ligamental motion.

Every cell, in its design,

Stitched to burst - in praise -

Before You.

You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;

you have loosed my sackcloth

and clothed me with gladness,

that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.

O LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever!

(Psalm 30:11-12)