Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, woah-a-oh, woah-oh-oh
As we started to sing it Thursday night, I looked at the Teleprompter in the back, reading the lyrics. I started to tear up as I sang them for the first time ever. but when we hit the part of the song where the voices sing "Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, woah-a-oh, woah-oh-oh" there was something so rupturing about it. Tears rolled down my face and I felt like I was flying. I spread my arms wide and lifted them high swaying in the breezy escape of the song.
Afterwards I wondered what it was about the "Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, woah-a-oh, woah-oh-oh" part of the song. Why did it so break my heart, fill it with longing for home, joy and overwhelming emotion? Then I knew the answer, God gave me that. I know worship is about singing to Him but when we do, when we lose ourselves, even for a second or a minute, in worshiping Him, when we abandoned, let it all go and just let the music take us, it's such a gift. It breaks our hearts, restores our hearts, fills us with joy unspeakable and all we can do is float in the air around us, arms waving, lifted high feeling the freedom, knowing His embrace.
And we sing "Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, woah-a-oh, woah-oh-oh". At least that's how it works for me.