I’ll admit I wanted Your blessings.
I’ll admit I’ve wanted Your praise.
I’ll admit that I wanted to see Your goodness
Manifested all my days.
I’ll admit I remember You
When You reveal Your miracles and mysteries.
I’ll admit that I have forgotten You
When life’s anxiousness distresses;
Confounding my emotions with my spirit.
I’ll admit doubt may shroud my mind,
As my sight fails to discern what lies ahead.
But, I’ll admit I shout my loudest
When everything falls perfectly into place.
I’ll admit I am grateful that You are faithful.
You are a Father that gives good gifts.
Indeed!
You see my needs and complete them.
I’ll admit, You know my desires and the plans You have
Exceed my original imaginations of what life is to be.
But I admit
I worship You for Your manna.
Yet, are You not more
Than what You do,
God?
You fashioned all with just a word.
Existence emerged as You opened
Your mouth, speaking breath into life.
Your hands cradle even the galaxies.
Your vision expanses beyond all things,
At all times, surpassing the creation of the clock itself.
You are good.
You are holy.
You are worthy.
Your majesty’s vastness surpasses the stretch
Of the finite sight. Your love
sinks lower
Than the deepest soils sunk beneath the ocean.
Oh the cliché! You hold the world in Your hand –
Your sovereignty flies higher than the elevation
The mighty eagle can soar.
Do I realize that this is You
-Who is GOD - I am speaking of;
To Whom I make known my prayers;
The One I meet every Sunday morn?
Do I adore You for Your gifts, only,
Or do I worship You, because You deserve
it?
For You are not a genie,
But a King! You are Lord,
Not a child who answers my demands.
Oh God, give me
A passion to worship You
In Spirit and Truth!
If I actually sat and pondered on the Being
Who goes by the name of I AM,
The rush that tempts me to flee
The sanctuary would itself leave.
I would breathe more slowly,
Savor each breath, only left wanting
To offer it to the One who gave me life.
I would sit more reverently at Your feet,
And hold onto Your hand more tightly.
I would become more thankful for the blood shed,
And return the love You have for me.
I would learn to tie my soul to Yours;
My spirit echoing Heaven’s Most Holy Crowned.
How Great Thou Art!
Indeed!!
I’ll admit: You are God,
Worthy of my worship…
As You are.
