Worship is how we honor God,
taking the mind off of self.
It’s the moving of the soul and spirit,
of His goodness and praises to tell.
Worship is how we lift Him up,
to the place where He belongs.
In worship, we close our eyes to the world
to sing our heavenly song.
Worship gives Him the glory
that is due His holy name,
With all the hosts of heaven enjoined
in Him our salvation we claim.
Darkness and troubles try to trample it out
but my worship still remains.
Through rain and floods, and storms a gale
my worship is still the same.
Through trials and tests, pain and sorrows,
it causes my worship to grow.
Hard nights and long days,
praise in my life I do sow.
No matter what’s going on around you
God is still worthy to be praised.
With hearts bowed down and eyes closed
with my hands, do I raise.
Stepping into worship I empty my heart
of all my cares and woes.
For He is the One who brings me out.
Of this, I surely know.
Getting rid of all the strife,
in worship do I release.
Putting Him on a pedestal
as my whole, my centerpiece.
God is good and God is great,
in worship, that’s what we do.
By and by, life goes on.
But won’t you worship Him, too!
“Give unto the LORD the glory due His name,” Psalm 29:1