My favorite place to worship is at the altar…The Lord tends to beckon me there should one be available. Of course, we can create an altar anywhere and I have by faith done so in my closet, in the midst of an old cemetery, and other intimate places I have spent time with the Lord. Yet…there is something special about a Church altar to my heart. I find we have become too far from the altar. Yes, Christ will and can meet us in the pew..yet altars were always significant to the Lord in His Word. It is a place of sacrifice and worship. I have found such depth meeting with Him at the altar and honestly while in worship at our last Night at the Well event I found myself at the altar on my knees once again lost in Him. Most times I long to stay longer…much longer. I wonder does He feel the same…how often we cut Him short of His glory manifesting in a powerful way…we are a people who knows not how to “linger” in worship…as if it’s not enough and we must get onto the next thing…the next order of business..yet sometimes He just wants us to worship Him…to stay….to rest in Him. Such significance in this place…we can’t rush Him or His work. We must be willing to give over the reigns….so often at any altar I whisper…please don’t rush me….I don’t want to leave His presence…He is loving me…healing me…speaking promises to my heart..He is tending His little lamb…mending brokenness…restoring joy…wiping tears…let me linger…
There’s a sweet sweet whisper
I hear Him calling me
Down to this altar
Where only tears can sing.
His presence is so warm here
How can I cut Him short
So please please don’t rush me
For I must stay some more.
He wraps me in His arms here
I lift my hands above
He pours on me His glory
His mercy and His love.
I dare not move too quickly
For time He does desire
So please please don’t rush me
For tis His precious time.
Keep playing that sweet music
For demons now have fled
His power manifested
His hand upon my head.
His call comes forward clearly
I wash His feet with hair
So please please don’t rush me
His fragrance fills the air.
I cannot leave too soon please
For this is where I breathe
His filling full of passion
He doesn’t want to leave.
My healing lays in wait here
My assignment awaits here too
So please please don’t rush me
Until The Masters thru…
December 21, 2015
