Praise w. me . . .

Dear Father

I know that it is sometimes hard for human beings to share their worship life.

It can seem uncomfortable.

The world of worship is difficult to record historically -- but hallelujah! it is always archived eternally.

Regardless of these matters YOU are the Father, who we Praise!

We long to bring an offering.

We attempt.

Our heads fall.

Your glory is simply too Bright. Too magnificent for us to contain.

Receive our words of hope.

Our poetry and rhythms.

You are our longing.

And Strength. And destiny.

Our only value.

It Is YOU!



Jesus.