The
art of worship
A
heart of worship
Of
sculptured beauty
On
the wings of purity
As
we lift up frail hands
Our
souls drawn to celestial bliss
Seemingly
unworthy we stand
A
portrait of redemption’s kiss
Yes!
His love moulds us in 3D
Our
spirits soaring above still life
With
streams of bass and melody
Our
voices ring, quenching all strife
Thus,
we come before His presence
A
landscape of heaven’s glory
To
be used, a paint brush of essence
Or
even clay to image His story
Though
our bodies are plastered with tongues
We
could never give as we ought
But
the very best from our lungs
Would
suffice with pure hearts and thoughts
Hence,
let’s pilot a circus for the most High
Not
of status or puppets to make Him high
But
with sincere hearts full of worship
Let’s
portray the art of worship.
Adaeze
Opara
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