My Worship....

God...
To You,
I am beauty...
Gorgeous in all your favor...
Resting in the relief of a victorious savior....

I am Me...
Dancing in the Gardens of my heavens, Deepened vails of edens
Your presence....I live in...
This is my worship...

God...
To Me
You are liberty...
Truth, and love in his simplicity...
Journeying upon my shoulder like a Dove...
Rests a promise from your son...

In this I am reminded of an awaiting paradise...
With your hands, I land, lump as clay
As I lay...and as you push I form a better shape...

This is our worhip....

As each eye is formed, I get a better glimpse...
On my lips, you place, an everlasting kiss...
Thru my airways enter my lungs....
a new remedy for hurt...a whispering song...

A song you force a boast....In me lies a treasure, I pleasure in most...He is my being...
Your thriving Holy Ghost....

This is my worship...

God,
As your word walked in his form
Coming out of a new cacoon, a new chapter is born...

Pushing to break free of my shell...
Written on my toungue is a message to tell...
Out comes rhythm...melodic scripture...
His is the living word...I am the picture...

You cultivate the lyrics...I am the speakers for people to listen...
I am the microphone for you to spit them...

This is our worhip...

I open, you pour in...
I let out...You draw in...
My mouth stays shut...Your arms open...

God is not a being..He is more than a person...
He is the air, I breathe...Until the spirit has returned home...
He is my worship....