Put Your Hand /joy, Peace And Happiness/what A Mighty God -

When the last "Hallelujah" finally faded into a hum, the silence that followed wasn't empty. It was full. The people sat back down, not just as neighbors, but as a community that had been reminded of the strength in their hands, the joy in their hearts, and the might of the One they followed.

As the final chord of the first song echoed, the tempo shifted. It didn't slow down; it smoothed out into a deep, soulful groove. Put Your Hand /Joy, Peace and Happiness/What a Mighty God

The morning sun spilled across the wooden pews of the Mount Zion Chapel, but the real warmth was coming from the choir loft. Sister Beatrice, a woman whose smile could light up a blackout, adjusted her spectacles and nodded to the pianist. When the last "Hallelujah" finally faded into a