Write It Out: A Song Of Praise

You take the wind and the rain

In the palm of your hand

And scatter them where you will.

You blow upon the deepest waters

And churn the storms,

Bending them to your will.

You weave together a tapestry

Of the weary

And the rested.

You know beginning;

You see the end;

You hold it all.

A burden too heavy for me

You lift with ease

And settle my wildly racing heart.

If I was to think on majesty

And beauty,

Wonder and glory,

Joy and peace,

I must meditate on you

For you are sovereign and just,



You are all I can never be.

You are my God

And I worship you

For all glory and honor and power

Are yours.

Maybe I Should Write About Penguins

Maybe I Should Write About Penguins

If you’re waiting for a church service to worship God, then you, my friend, have missed the point. Long before church existed, men and women worshiped God. In the wilderness, all alone, unsure of the next step. In groups. In psalms. In prayer. You do not need a church building, a guitar player, a worship leader, or a pastor to worship. You just need an awe and reverence of God that acknowledges He is God and you are not.