Worship, Set Free
We get tripped up
Thinking there must be formality in worship.
There is not.
We get hung up
Following some formula for worship.
How is not.
We get messed up
Believing there is one place for worship.
Where is not.
We get worked up
Worrying about how often we must worship.
When is not.
Worship, if imprisoned
By such rules of constraint,
Will never reach heaven
With its melodious refrain.
For worship does not reside
In some how or where or when.
True worship is from the heart,
Not defined by rules of men.
Like birds, by freely singing,
Announce their joy of morn anew.
Worship, that’s best and pleasing
Is a tune unhindered, flowing ever freely, too.
“I will freely sacrifice to You; I will praise Your name, O LORD, for it is good.”
“I will praise You, O Lord my God, with all my heart, and I will glorify Your name forevermore.”
By Sue Nash