To You O my Eternal King,
I bring You Worship, Your Majesty
Worship, an attempt to grasp what You are worth, my King ,
If worship is all about Your Worthship,
Then l am here to worship
But, how can l begin to do it
A feeble attempt to say Who you really are,
Searching for words to attempt to describe
Your greatness and awesomeness,
No adjectives, or phrases or words
come to mind
Or can be found Anywhere,
In all time and for all time
Even in all Eternity;
That can feebly attempt
To give the faintest hint
Or promise to suggest
Or offer the faintest glimpse
Into Your Worthship;
Or at the least, to find
Someone, some quality, some virtues
Some acts, some manifestation
Rocking through, and upturning
My every imagination, thought, idea
Concepts, understanding, intellect
Yet l find, nothing!
Nothing exists in the schema of my memory
To be drawn out
Or indeed, not in the schema of any
That has been before my time
Or will ever come after me;
They just don’t exist!
So l turn to consider
Some of Your acts
Of Your power
I hear the words of the Psalmist
“The heavens proclaim the glory of God, the skies display His craftsmanship
Day after day they continue to speak;
Night after night they make Him known.
They speak without a sound or word
Their voice is never heard
Yet their message has gone
throughout the earth
And their words to all the world”
Then l understood.
I can’t find the words, to make
No imaginations, thoughts or concepts
l am to speak without a sound or word,
It’s not about just my voice being heard
Or a flamboyant eloquence.
Now l get it
It’s about the message l am sending
First to my King
Then about my King
It’s about the content of my whole being
My essence, that l must bring to Him.
His Majesty’s Worthship cannot be adequately represented by His works
For He is exceedingly Greater
And much bigger than the works
Of His hands
He has said
“Heaven is (just) My throne.”
I caught the revelation.
He is bigger than His seat!
The heavens cannot adequately
Proclaim His Worthship.
Then l understood better.
He is indescribable
He cannot be fully comprehended
Then l will tell of His Worthship with all that is within me.
Just like the heavens, the Sun, stars and all .
For l am also the product of His love.
I worship You O Majesty
Prostrate before You
With all that l am
With my All
With all that l will ever be
It’s about touching Your heart with mine:
Spirit, soul, body.
I know it’s just a feeble attempt
But l am glad You desire for it
All the same.
It’s about touching my heart
With Yours, about me
Responding to the warmth
Of Your loving touch
Bringing me into Your arms
In an indescribable embrace
I long for Your touch
With my spirit, soul, body.
It’s l, LORD
To enjoy Your Presence.
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