Times of Worship
I’m hungry for God, for true worship.
I long to stand on the second row
like how I used to, but now
It’s hard to compensate, yet God knows my heart.
I sit infront of a computer table,
my weapons jumpstart
Where it isn’t likely to worship,
I do
I weep, I cry
I call out for Him
His Grace, and I always meet
Him face to face
I feel God’s Presence, the Spirit leads
me to things, powerful and revealing
One day I’ll be back again on that
second row
to sing praises of Rock
But i’ll always remember the hours
spent on that place that God blessed
in my sanctuary
on that computer table
Where He stirred me up in Spirit and
in Truth
Where worship form tears,
where tears form worship.
<Charchar> =)
