Put Your Hand /joy, Peace And Happiness/what A Mighty God -

The walls seemed to vibrate. They sang of the God who orchestrated the stars and still cared for the lilies of the field. Angels were invoked, "heaven and earth" were called to adore, and for a few minutes, the small chapel felt as vast as the universe.

The energy in the room reached a fever pitch. The drummer gave a sharp rimshot, and the atmosphere transformed from a celebration into an anthem of awe. the voices roared. Put Your Hand /Joy, Peace and Happiness/What a Mighty God

When the last "Hallelujah" finally faded into a hum, the silence that followed wasn't empty. It was full. The people sat back down, not just as neighbors, but as a community that had been reminded of the strength in their hands, the joy in their hearts, and the might of the One they followed. The walls seemed to vibrate

She began to clap—a slow, steady beat that pulled everyone upright. she belted out. The congregation joined in, their palms meeting in a thunderous, rhythmic unity. As the lyrics filled the room, the heavy burdens of the work week seemed to slide off shoulders. There was a collective realization that they weren't walking alone; they were being led by a steady, ancient grip. The energy in the room reached a fever pitch

As the final chord of the first song echoed, the tempo shifted. It didn't slow down; it smoothed out into a deep, soulful groove.