Worship in its purest form
Is the man coming before his God,
Taking no account of himself
But reckoning himself as nothing.
He longs in his heart to show
By the words of his mouth
His reverence for his Lord,
and by the lifting of his hands
His acknowledgement of the sovereignty
Of Jesus as Master over his life.
Whether he kneels or falls down postrate,
It is all about the holy, holy, holy God:
His sense of self disintegrates
As the divine intercourse between the man
And his Maker heightens to a climax.
It doesn't matter if tears roll down his cheeks,
Or if he is lost to his surroundings,
Or if he is shaking uncontrollably all over;
In the moments of such adoration, he gets a gift:
A glimpse of Jehovah, or healing, or a blessing;
But no matter what it is, after THIS connection
The man leaves with God as his ALL.
Have you experienced anything like this?
I sure can tell you: it is splendidly glorious!
