I can sing in the troubled times
Sing when I win
I can sing when I lose my step
And fall down again
I can sing ’cause You pick me up
Sing ’cause You’re there
I can sing ’cause You hear me, Lord
When I call to You in prayer
I can sing with my last breath…

I sing. And I smile. And I laugh.

And nothing can stop it, because somehow I just know it is real. Powerfully real. Real-er than anything I know. Realer than sadness. Realer than struggles. Realer than the breakfast I’ve just eaten.

But there is no way it will be real to us if our hearts are hardened toward God. (: