Locked in my memory

Laredo, Texas. Summer Youth Mission Trip. Hot as blazes. Hard work. Trips to the "colonias" of the Mexican border town of Nuevo Laredo. Poverty. Hunger. Despair. Brown eyed children. Distributing rice, beans, and water. In the evenings we'd return to our cheap, but clean motel and air conditioning. Each evening the teens would lead the devotional time. On this night on of the boys asked to sing a song, a duet he was working on with my daughter.

That moment is frozen in time.I was blessed.

Hallelujah from the heavens
Hallelujah in the heights above the earth
Hallelujah all His angels
Hallelujah for the last will be first
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord

Hallelujah in the morning
Hallelujah for the beauty of His scars
Hallelujah in the twilight
Hallelujah sun and moon and shining stars
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord

When the night seems so long (throw your hands to the sky)
You can sing a new song (wipe the tears from your eyes)
When you're weak, He is strong
He can heal your wounded soul
And calm the storm inside

For all your times of laughter
In every hopeful prayer
When the world weighs on your shoulders
Through sorrow and your despair
With everything, with every breath, praise the Lord
Let everything, let every breath praise the Lord
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord
Let everything, let every breath praise the Lord

When the night seems so long (throw your hands to the sky)
You can sing a new song (wipe the tears from your eyes)
When you're weak, He is strong
He can heal your wounded soul
And calm the storm inside