I was listening to a song...

...in my car recently. It's a worship song that, literally, never fails to touch my heart. I think it's because it so purely and reverently comes back to the cry of my heart and life. The chorus goes like this:

"Praise the name of Jesus.
Praise the name of Jesus.
He's my rock.
He's my fortress.
He's my deliverer.
In Him, will I trust.
So praise the name of Jesus."

And though I love that chorus, my heart lifting inside my chest, hands almost impulsively reaching into the air, in the version that I listen to the main speaker interjects with a powerful declaration as the music changes keys. The result is an even tighter constriction on my heart and tears that steal to my eyes. The singer reminds me:

"The most powerful name: Jesus."

And then the choir sways back into the chorus a key-change higher.

It is an utterly simple song of unabashed praise to Jesus. Whether or not I am in the pit of despair or soaring in the sunshine, this song never fails to remind me of this incredible Lord that I serve. Jesus.