When no one may understand your praise,
Praise Him still
No one knows why you shout Hallelujah,
Praise Him still
No one may understand why you can’t give Him less than 100 per cent in your ministry,
Praise Him still
No one may consider all you do
Because of
All you have been saved from
The tears behind your smiling face
The losses you have endured
Soul violations you’ve overcome
Final clicks of goodbye doors, abandoned by those you’ve loved
The smithereens that’s left of a heart broken after years of loving those who left
No one may understand you and why you love Him with such abandon
And how much you’ve fallen in love with Him
Why all the most expensive perfumes in all the world could never be enough
To repay for He who saved you
From dark nights of despair
and desolate days passed out in shame
No one may understand
Your walk of shame
Through an unsympathetic crowd
When you heard He was in town
How much it meant to you to get just ONE TOUCH
No one understands how you blindly stumbled towards the Voice
That was pouring life back into your life-dehydrated veins
How His unstained sweat seeping into your nostrils unclogged your decade- suffocated joy
It’s irresistible pull on your battered body forward,
How the crowd mysteriously carried you on its painful, rough-elbowed wave
Towards the only Man who would love you and save you
Still on and on and on you lunged hungrily towards the divinity in those robes
No one understands the stigma-freeing Mercy and Compassion you saw in His eyes
The Salvation you received that day
When you touched His Holiness and you suddenly parted company with Winter
How because of His grace
You finally won the race
Maybe, only He understands that
Your alabaster was the only way you could repay that day
Your ministry is the only way you could continue to tribute his love long after He left
So when others judge and ask suspiciously
Why you are so exuberant in your Praise
Why you get so loud and uncontained
Why you worship and minister as though there’s Nothing else
Why you have to give all; why you can’t reserve just a little
Let them know in the ministry you do to lost souls who were once like you
Let them know they never understood 6000 years ago that it was gratefulness in that alabaster bottle
That the perceived expensive perfume was tainted currency, traded in for pardon for your sin
And a peace that has endured
When no one may understand the greatness of your faithfulness
Praise Him still.
Cureen Peart from the Chester Seventh-day Adventist Church, serves students at the Chester Primary School during the breakfast-feeding programme
Listen to this timeless story told in song by CeCe Winans and be blessed today.
Poem by Karen G. Taylor Bennett
Copyright 2014 Karen Taylor Ministries and Kids Who Love the Lord. All rights reserved.
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You’re welcome…I have shared the link to this piece with a woman that has inspired me to keep going …even through the hurt that I had….as this song and your piece reminds me to do… 🙂 GBU
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Posted by suthrngirlsings51 | December 3, 2014, 5:03 pmMy absolute favorite song at this time of year and one I have been practicing for weeks. When I let go as I’m singing and listen to the words as I’m singling them – something stirs and finishing those last couple of stanzas my soul is full on fire with ‘you don’t understand my praise’ – “you weren’t there when he found me” – I felt every word of your post. I believe I may have lived every word…
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Posted by suthrngirlsings51 | December 1, 2014, 7:23 pmThank you. Glad you enjoyed. Their stories are still our stories 6000 years later. Jesus is still indeed a friend of hurting women.
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Posted by Karen Taylor | December 1, 2014, 7:41 pmAs I have been practicing this song – I think of your post… 🙂
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Posted by suthrngirlsings51 | December 6, 2014, 2:20 pm