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Hope is Born!

There are some church folks who just can’t stand All Glory, Laud, and Honor.  I am not one of them. 

To me, the melody strikes the same notes of excitement in my chest as it did as a child, when we would gather in the open air with palm branches raised; a hush would fall, and then the faint whisper of the organ and trumpets from the sanctuary would beckon us inside, growing louder and more exuberant as we entered through the narthex, until finally we were surrounded by music.  

All glory, laud, and honor

To you, Redeemer King.

To whom the lips of children 

Made sweet Hosannas ring.