Worship
Knees bowed, hands raised
Try it
Sing louder, sing softer
Quiet
Before the stage
Chorus rage
Emotions flare
And music blares
Heartfelt stares to heaven
I used to practice raising my hands in front of a mirror
Mirror others
Till I discovered and formed
A formula
To mimic a society that rides on the emotions produced by words on a screen
But commitment is fleeing
And what’s easier is singing
Cause people are hurt
And avoid worship
Sing song time with band and rhyme
Is that worship
We worship with broken bones we pretend aren’t hurting
We’re flirting with God through insincere promises we know we can’t bear
I’m here to interrupt
The last thing we want to offer God is hearts corrupt
So what is worship
This is your spiritual worship
What does that mean
Cause it seems to me that Scripture never mentioned this scene
Band and audience
Music
Do we need to expand our definition of worship?
Who do we worship?
Who is God?
Hid behind smoke screens of fog
And lights the God of lights
Ignites the world into fits of rage that frightens us
Don’t hide from this
If you say His name be willing to meet His face
And sometimes it’s horrifying
If you need proof ask your history
The mysteries you ponder
You’re afraid to bring your doubt here
Don’t
Craters in our hearts formed from catering provided by a church that doesn’t look a lot like Jesus
So we choose the worship that pleases us
Like worship is supposed to release us
So you bring your burdens, but not just the ones you can bear
Look at me
Do you think that God is scared
Honestly
God wants your honesty
He wants your crap
Don’t tell me you don’t have crap cause reality slaps
And it hurts
We wear electric bursts
We aren’t bullet proof
Don’t stand aloof
As if warfare hasn’t had it’s toll on your welfare
But God cares
And so we care
Cause He hears
And He’s here
So that’s why we worship!!
We worship with both tongue and ears
So hear Him here tonight and meet Him in beauty, fear, and delight
It’s alright to be afraid
It’s alright to be depressed
It’s alright if you can’t sing right now
Sins confessed
Knees compressed
Wood floor a mess
Of us our brokenness we fuss
Cause the church may not want our junk
But God loves our junk and stamps His grace on us
We worship not out of circumstance but out of this beautiful festering praise dance
Of broken hands and crippled feet
It’s not just those with voice that speak
And those who sing
Oh don’t getting me started
Singing with a head-full of doubt and hardship, God wants your hardship on your lips
A wondrous dance cause romance doesn’t make sense without consequence
What was the consequence
The sight was anything but romantic
As frantic followers wept at the foot of the fallen God
There they waited with faith even though this wasn’t what they thought, or what they wanted
What do you want
Worship wasn’t what you wanted today
Well that’s okay
Cause God’s not frayed
When screens display a more eloquently crafted chorus and the band plays great
Is God looking for a more emotional display
Man may look at the outward appearance but God looks at the heart
A man stands hands in pocket outside of a church that cant seat him cause he smells of alcohol and sin but he wants to worship, so he stands near a stained glass window on the outside and whistles the tune of the organ he can barely hear, but here he draws near cause he knows the words to this beautiful melody sung to him through infancy, and in these words he truly believes
Offer God what’s yours, not what’s your neighbor’s
Offer God your heart and offer God your labor
You’re not here to do God a favor
But to stand in response to the world
To a God so beautiful, so wide, and high and deep and rich that this earth cant even display the wonderful array of love and Holy Dove that is God
So respond
With hearts right
Despondent
Extravagant
Worship doesn’t fit an adjective
Your arm movements aren’t objective
There’s only one objective:
God
So worship