Deep calling to deep

Deep calling to deep

A voiceless longing rises

Deep calling to deep

In emptiness and brokenness

My heart stretches out to you

My Creator, Healer, Restorer

Face down I call Your Name

Sweet Balm of Gilead

Humble at heart

You stoop to lift me up

Your gentleness makes me ‘great’

Sun of Righteousness

You wrap me in Your healing warmth

Your very Name is as ointment

Poured forth

Fragrant and soothing

Cascades of love

My parched heart rejoices

Panting stilled

Rising tides

Spill forth joy

Bursting with rainbows of grace

My dancing soul in sweet rest

Bows down and cries

‘Father Your will

Not mine be done’

What is worship? Declaring the worth of God? Bowing our knees to honour Him? Rejoicing with singing, dancing and clapping?

What is worship? Mystic union – the moment when gazing into His face, touched afresh by the knowledge of His grace, all flesh is stilled, the soul acknowledges His goodness and His worth by saying – ‘Father, I am yours to command, send me’?

While each of us may have our own understanding of what worship is, one thing we cannot dispute that God our Creator and Saviour is worthy of worship.