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Tuesday, July 28, 2026
AlleluYAH by Tommy WÁ
AlleluYAH, we lift our praise,
AlleluYAH, for all our days.
In the morning light, your beauty awakes,
Radiant skies reflecting your grace.
Every flower blooms, each heartbeat sings,
Majesty unfolds as the creation brings.
With hearts set free, we sing aloud,
Yahuah, our joy, we are so proud.
Your tender mercies, they flow like a stream,
Guiding our souls, fulfilling our dream.
AlleluYAH, we lift our praise,
AlleluYAH, for all our days.
Through every storm, you carry us through,
Mighty Abba, in all that we do.
From the valleys low to the mountains high,
In the splendor of your love, we will soar and fly.
Your kindness whispers, your spirit flows wide,
Forever in your arms, we will abide.
With every moment, we sing your name,
Yahuah, our hearts set aflame.
AlleluYAH, we lift our praise,
AlleluYAH, for all our days.
(Softly)
Al-le-lu-YAH, we echo your song,
In this sacred space, where we all belong.
O my Ya-Hu-Ah, Mighty Abba divine,
In your presence, we know we will shine.
AlleluYAH, we lift our praise,
AlleluYAH, for all our days.
Your light, it guides us, a beacon so bright,
Drawing us closer throughout the night.
In the dance of your spirit, we find our way,
With every heartbeat, we choose to stay.
With voices united, we sing with delight,
Proclaiming your glory, our hearts take flight.
Mighty Savior, in you we do trust,
AlleluYAH, in you we will thrust.
AlleluYAH, we lift our praise,
AlleluYAH, for all our days.
So let the mountains bow, let the oceans roar,
In harmony rising, forever we soar.
We've tasted your goodness; your grace, pure and true,
AlleluYAH, forever to you.
AlleluYAH, we lift our praise,
AlleluYAH, for all our days.
AlleluYAH, in all that we do,
AlleluYAH, we give thanks to you.
So, now artificial intelligence is writing what the politicians say, and we're wondering if we've been taken over by an alien form of life, or death, or is it just an unholy insane alliance of zionism and capitalism. All we have is questions, and the querulous quivery awareness that we're still here.
i don't understand perfume nationalism. neither do i. who do i ask? a perfume nationalist? no, i can't. i'm afraid to ask. why is that even a question? are they aliens? i don't want to think about that. why is that in my mind? ok ok, every rabbit hole has an exit, it's not like a black hole, don't start spinning like a crazy top, nevermind.
Monday, July 27, 2026
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Living In A Dream. Sea Level.

