More Than I Can Hold

Help me Father, 

help me this morning 

with this thrust of my soul 

to worship.  

~

I find myself wanting to speak 

with such a blast 

that it blows a stairway 

from my thoughts to Your throne 

that I might declare over and over 

the expression “Holy”.  

That I might stand, sit, fall, bow, dance, 

sing this love 

coming from a part of me 

that cannot contain 

what is filling me up.  

Placing within me 

more than I can hold, 

a praise 

that whirls in the walls of my body 

wanting the escape 

and cover You 

with the fragrance of what is happening.  

Angelic dwelling around me 

like a conference is about to start.  

Seating is a stand-only auditorium 

for only hearts are invited.  

A melting of side attractions 

have begun to fade 

as One I am to introduce 

has an entrance 

we await from adoption to the festival.  

Who I am 

cries as warmth 

sets under my soul a fire.  

Who I am 

rises with my voice 

heard in other lands 

as Word fills the earth 

for us to become one 

with Trinity’s Face.  

Nations trembles 

as Holy is released 

to echo 

yesterday, today and forever 

together under God.  

Heaven is in its place 

and falling 

to the souls of those 

who hold Holy 

as its sacred kingdom come.  

Open the pores within me 

that I ooze this worship 

as I pass forth 

Holy, Holy, Holy 

to be sung without stop.  

Beautiful fear be mine.  

Fear that brings wisdom 

so I give my praise 

“Holy” 

with washed hands 

and a contrite spirit.  

As I come close Lord, 

as I feel this good pleasure 

of wonders of wonders; 

I desire this fear 

that wakes the passions created in me 

for Your glory 

and slaps down 

the passions my flesh screams for.  

I have Your kindness 

which delivers all things 

to purposely direct my eyes 

to this Holy place.  

Be upon me, 

behold my yearning 

that is bigger than I can hold.  

With my passion 

I now shout 

with air from lungs full of worship 

never to stop 

but into eternity, 

“Holy, Holy, Holy…..”