Hearts beat to Eternal drums
Minds ascend to timelessness
Bodies dance to Holy cadence
Finding forgiveness of humanness
Hands extend to heavenly home
Emotions rise to meet Spirit’s wind
Voices cry out to the Only One
Seeking transformation of brokenness
Souls curve along light’s path
Thoughts conform to fruitfulness
Knees bend at the mercy seat
Searching depths of eternity
It is called worship.
Feet lift out of fear touching air
Touching down nowhere
Now aware
Of the Immortal Engineer
Paving HIGHways out of sinfulness
Paving roads toward godliness
Hands snatch from idleness
Now restless for something more
Find rest cupped in Yours
Carved by kindness and humility
Subsumed into the call of service
Hold swords sharpened for justice
Arms held wide open by Yours
Shaped by love for destiny
Molded by passion and mercy
Seek to embrace margin to center
Extend out wide to embrace difference
It is called purpose. It is called worship.
Texts reciting Holy love ballads
Instagram images of the Word and Truth
Facebook high jacked by posts about You
Twitter singing your praises and giving you Your due
Bloggers heeding the prophetic call
While reporters try to make sense of it all
Film seek to unite the crisscross
While music still bring clarity to the cloud of chaos
It is called love. It is called purpose. It is called worship.
