My hands that lift up through the presence of Your revelations have just found the words to speak Your praises. There where I kneel on the beach, in the face of Your godly sun and sea I give to You the sound and the words of Ronelle Erasmus’ “Glory Hallelujah’ song, where Your truth is marching on.
Every time the white foam leaves the broken wave
It goes upwards;
It is the foam hands that lift up to praise God.
It is in my brokenness
that You give me white foam hands
that lift up to praise You.
For we know that when this earthly tent we live in is taken down (that is, when we die and leave this eartly body),