My Worship

My worship is this

Without music or score

Without poem or speech

I bow at Your feet

When my knees cannot bend

I can’t get to the floor

My worship is this

Only You I adore

I carry my worship

In my innermost part

No orchestra needed

It flows from the heart

Though music is nice

Too much can distract

And the words can help

But they don’t aways impact

My heart bows before you

My mind will find peace

For You are my master

My Lord, Prince of peace

The great reconciler

Of our sin and the world’s

The books opened

All cancelled is heard

I bow low, low I bow

I give praise, praises now

I look skyward hands raised

Worship flows with the praise

One focus I have

Not words or song

I wake to praise You

Then all the day long

Ted Mangini