The Altar

When I think I could not love Him more…I find that I do….

The Altar

Don’t fret if you shan’t find me
I’m where I need to be
You’ll find me at the altar
Seeking on my knees.

For when I hear His voice call
I can’t run to Him too quick
For He delights in my coming
If I don’t His heart gets sick.

You ask me what do I do there?
Oh, I offer Him my praise
And if I’m ever fearful
His love washes it away.

At times I can feel His heartbeat
Whether joyful or sorrowed grief
As each beat pulses thru me
His Spirit shows what He sees.

The weight can be hard to carry
As I learn His thoughts and ways
So I must visit the altar
Many times and many days.

….Shelly Wilson