I will raise my alleluia.
I will raise my ebeneezer too.
I've been collecting the stones along the way, and now I can set them down as an altar of remembrance.
Meditation to praise, praise to brokenness; brokennes to joy.
I will dance in linen ephod, I will be clothed by the morning.
Oh seductive joy! Oh rich satisfaction!
My burden is praise in an alabaster box, and I break it at Your feet.
I will love You wildly; I will read Your secret name.
I will know that I am known, and I will remember.
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