Poezja

My voice was created for Your praise.
To glorify God as only He can…
To give Him worship
Highest praise to the King…

Celestial worship
The first matter in trials
Not the last substance after errors
That- dedicated to the Father…

This is serious
He can’t, not be in you,
He can’t be in you;
And not have His greatest…

Spiritual worship
Only He can give…
And wants through me to do,
The non-living can too,
Actually, have already
But He created me
Not to replace me
Never His intension,
I shouldn’t make it so…

It’s the sweetest
I give you worship

It’s the simplest
I give You praise

Its yielding
I give You my prayers

Its my essence
I give You Your purest

It’s the truth
I totally bow to You, Lord

My mouth…
Shall continually reference You
You have done… all’s worth it
No longer second or later
But a heart of worship.

Worship… Worship…
I give You worship
Sweetest fragrance-
To the King.