At the risk of looking like a total hippy ... I love this song:
This was the last worship team at TheCall in Nashville this summer. I sent countless emails and posted on dozens of message board to try to find out who this was and never heard anything from anyone. In the end, it was a random YouTube suggestion: Ramey Whalen.
Whether or not you subscribe to your local drum circle, you can't tell me these lyrics aren't amazing:
" ... my soul is water from the purest well, hear me heaven, hear me hell; My dance carries thunder from the throne of Yah, look at me and know He is God ... Let our praises rise like a weapon in Your hand; Let our praises rise, oh God ... God of eternity, wonders and majesty; God of creation, ancient, alive in me; God of all nations, uncharted galaxies; God Who is Spirit, alive in me ..."
(Also consider it was the end of a 14 hour day of prayer that took place under a Tennessee sun in July. Those you see dancing are, literally, happy to have survived the day.)
What really amazes me is the revelation behind those lyrics. My voice affects the nations, heaven and hell hear me. My worship thunders - it's a weapon ... for real. We know that, but I wonder if we get it. Is that how we see ourselves? Do I see myself going to battle at the beginning of a worship set?