A few Sundays ago, I was in church, worshipping God with song.
Worthy is the Lamb who was slain
Holy, holy is He
Sing a new song to Him who sits on
Heaven's mercy seat
Men and women took turns receiving prayers from other men and women.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty
Who was and is and is to come
With all creation I sing praise to the King of kings
You are my everything and I will adore you
I stood near Colin. Close, but away.
Singing to the Lamb who is worthy, moisture in my eyes for the hurting and suffering.
Of our Home.
Our Heaven Home.
Arms high and heart abandoned.
Every soul God formed from clay.
Rising to touch the majesty of the King.
Clothed in rainbows of living color
Flashes of lightning rolls of thunder
Blessing and honor, strength and glory
And power be to You the only wise King
And on the altar,
I gave the King our babies.
Take this offering.
Not my will, but Yours be done.
Not in my time, but in Yours.
I find strength in the power of grasping Your hand.
Lift me up. Open my heart. Fill me with wonder.
Filled with wonder awestruck wonder
At the mention of Your name
Jesus Your name is power, breath and living water
Such a marvelous mystery