This I why I praise him… He gives me comfort and he gives me strength. He shelters me from the storm. He’s my rod and my staff. Whom shall I fear, who can bring any harm.  

This I why I praise him… Because he died for me, When they crucified him I was there. I was there in his mind. I was there in his heart. I dwelt in his spirit as the nails tore his skin apart. So, I absolutely love him.

That’s why I praise him.

Raquel Medley 2008