A Poem on Worship

In the lull of a morning
In the hush of a crowd
In His arms ever reaching
In the praising Him loud

In conflict and strife
In deep-seated sorrow
In the loss of my pride
In the wasted time, borrowed

In uncertainty and certainty
In the worries sure to come
In the sweet Savior’s constancy
In my dining on mere crumbs

In the bitterness of winter
In the hot heat of summer
In the leaves falling on-time
In the tumultuous, roaring thunder

In loneliness and fullness
In broken promises and vows
In the wilderness and desert
In the persuasions of the now

In every single second
Opportunities stretch wide
I will worship Him in Spirit
Commune with Him, dear Bride

My challenge may be this
For I do not journey alone
Do I truly love my Jesus
Or cling tightly to this home

He alone is to be praised
He alone is to be feared
He alone is to be worshipped
He alone holds every tear

I question authenticity
Perhaps I am just afraid
I assume I am being showcased
I’m clowned in this parade

I must be bold and brave, dear one
Live far outside my comforts
Drown out wounds of the past, dear one
Un-surrendered to pain, to hurt

The truth, His aim was final
He will not take it back
He gives us life eternal
No good thing do we lack

He alone is holy
He alone is Lord
He alone is worthy
I have been restored

Seize this life as the gift it is
Cling tightly to His truth
Rooted in each promise He gives
You cannot be moved