Clear out those pipes and let those vocal chords flap and flop and vibrate in readiness. Then open up that mouth—WIDE—and let the wind from way down in the toes race up, 
vibrating through the tibias and fibulas, radiating into the femur, through the pelvis and the bowels and the stomach, churning through the lungs and bronchial tubes and then finally, the teeth chattering, racing past the lips. Whooooooosh! Here it comes…the loud screams of gladness: Glory! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Take another deep breath and do it all again. Let it sing through the air. Sing, shout, yell—just let loose. Glory be to this God, the Lord of the whole heavens, beyond the beyond. The Greatest! the Mightiest! the Everlasting! the One who actually performs, makes it all happen! Grab ‘em up, all those instruments of noise—anything, everything, just throw it all into the orchestra pit. The baton is raised up high and then like lightning the sounds ripple down the mountaintops and gurgle and hiss from the bottoms of the oceans—accompaniament to all those voices. What better use of that gift—breath?
Praise the LORD! Praise God in his sanctuary; praise him in his mighty firmament!
Praise him for his mighty deeds; praise him according to his exceeding greatness!
Praise him with trumpet sound; praise him with lute and harp!
Praise him with timbrel and dance; praise him with strings and pipe!
Praise him with sounding cymbals; praise him with loud clashing cymbals!
Let everything that breathes praise the LORD! Praise the LORD!
