Dancing with my heart, my words, my song, and my love, before my God…

But let all who take refuge in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread your protection over them, that those who
LOVE YOUR NAME may rejoice in you. Psalms 5:11

Monday, November 4, 2013

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.  

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.

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