In worship, God swells my heart glad
and He in my embrace is clad.
From Spirit is my worship born
at home or church (in joy or mourn), my own aubade.
This worship is not held to place;
Some find it best in open space
and seeing God is best observed
where grass to sky (it’s unreserved) reveals His face.
And others choose to meet at home
where Spirit reigns with peace and calm.
Their gift is hospitality
(and little ones can all roam free) while worship comes.
Yet others still do worship Him
with wafer and cup filled to brim
in edifice. “Our Father,” rings
and voices lift (the beauty sings). They share their hymn.
To what still waters you are led
in fellowship and breaking bread,
uplift, encourage, shine God’s light
and never leave (by being “right”) His love unsaid.