Strange Looks Of Worshp

The strange looks of worship 

as a heart goes to the acceptance 

of something so real 

filling the soul.  

I've seen it often, 

this look of waiting, 

as if to freeze from normal life 

for the full effect.  

Like the stop 

of all intended directions 

the mind was on, 

when someone passes 

and has a brief moment 

they insist on giving a neck rub.  

The body, mind, and soul 

are owned by its gift 

of such great feelings.  

Worship, 

twinkling into the air, 

as your heart gathers enough information 

that it is convinced God is good.  

Finding a new courage 

to entertain such a miraculous moment, 

your senses become stained 

with the word of such beauty.  

And out comes the ‘look’ 

of what is going on 

in the inside of the rest of your life.  

An arm might go up, 

eyes may close, 

chin could rise 

as if to make sure the full face 

gets all covered in this moment.   

A clap may explode, 

followed by the jump 

that is guided by 

the time after time experience 

allowed for such an outburst.  

Or possibly the stillness, 

so welcome in our exhausting busy world, 

holds your attention 

and you breathe.  

But always, 

with all the moves of such a treasure, 

a time where the heart has been 

so connected to the greatness of God, 

a dance begins.  

The dance of words 

from your mouth, 

hang on different attitudes.  

The dance of actions 

make others want to know 

how life has been so good to you.  

The strange look of worship, 

as Holy becomes our confession, 

known because we find ourselves 

in such need of His.  

Humbled as the ‘no matter what’ 

only applies to Him 

even though we tried to get everyone else 

to be this for us. 

Worship from an empty-handed heart 

but discovering it is the timeless jewel 

He was wanting.  

The phrase 

beauty on the inside 

begins its dance within 

and we find His Holy Spirit 

feels like fluttering butterflies 

as we become His temple.  

The strange looks of worship,

upon our face,

and we dance.