When lost in His presence there’s a sound.
It arises from one’s heart in deep resound.
When tears drop a melodic crystal that crown
Then His heart inside of you begins to pound.
It’s a beckoning of a princess to her King…
The rehearsal of her becoming His treasured Queen.
And once you close your eyes and hear Him sing
He’ll conduct the most amazing symphony.
The rhythm is one so constant and full of peace
Petals lined the room with wedding wreaths
And perhaps when your eyes open you’ll catch a glimpse
Of the same Heavenly army the servant did.
So lovely is this moment to their longing gaze
For this worship does rise to their Heavenly place.
And they know the Saviors love that dearly paid
Is drawn to the sound of worship you make…
August 1, 2017