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

The morning sun spilled across the wooden pews of the Mount Zion Chapel, but the real warmth was coming from the choir loft. Sister Beatrice, a woman whose smile could light up a blackout, adjusted her spectacles and nodded to the pianist.

"Church," she whispered, her voice carrying that rhythmic weight of a seasoned gospel leader, "today we aren’t just singing. We’re moving." 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 morning sun spilled across the wooden pews

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. We’re moving