Worship.

I lift my hands and my face to Jesus.

I cry because I feel the Holy Spirit within me,
because I feel Him changing me.

I cry because He sought me when I
was a stranger to Him, because He laid His hand
upon my family as we grieved
and send me glorious visions of Heaven

I sing to Him, best I can,
because God’s grace is something
I hardly understand,
but it’s something I have come to accept.

I worship because my story is His story,
and Christ sits upon the throne of my life.

I close my eyes because He is holy, and I am not,
because He is huge, and I am small,
because He is perfect, and I am dirty and sinful

And He loves me, There’s a line in the worship song,
Blessed Be Your Name,
that goes “Every blessing you pour out,
I’ll turn back to praise.”

And that’s why I worship,
Because it’s the only thing I can give
back to Him, my praises and love for
His unending blessings.

By Katie Schaible