Worship

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I’ve searched a long time
In the alleys and street corners
On the highways and biways
I’ve searched and looked…
Longing for strength to survive my storm.

I thought I would find strength
In folks around me
But they’re too busy and burdened
With their own issues

I thought I could find it within
But I was too weak
Maybe I had overestimated my own strength
Just a little

In my seemingly hopeless state I went
Through day after day
Like a walking corpse
The gloom on my face
Was like a warning siren
Everywhere I went, blazing
‘Dead man walking…’

"God life ought to be better than this"
Maybe for once I’ll lay aside
My sorrows
I’ve forgotten how to pray
I don’t understand the word
Like I used to
But I still remember how to worship…

To enter into the throne room of grace
To bow at the feet of my master…
I remember how to worship
So I’ll forget my sorrows
And worship

As I lay prostrate in worship
His presence filled the room
So strong that tears filled my eyes
And began to flow so freely
As the burden was lifted of my chest
The moment was holy
Every other thing seemed mundane

For at that point in time
I realized that I could
Afford to lose everything that matters
But I cannot afford to lose my worship.

Thank you, sweet LORD.

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