summer nights
filled with
the gentle presence
of a peace so tender
yet altogether
overwhelming
guitar picking
and a perfect melody
sung by ones drawn
fiercely by the One
true Saviors love
and endless mercy.
listening
to their worship
for indeed He is worthy
of all praise,
Jesus I wonder,
do you see this as a
Holy offering?
for You alone are Holy,
set apart from every
earthly thing.
what beauty, to listen to
my brothers and sisters
worshiping the Creator,
to see the joy of praising Him
in spirit and in truth,
how we were always meant to.
It's the sound of believers singing a
song of thanksgiving,
song of thanksgiving,
because this truth they have found:
His love is everything.
It's the rhythm of the drum
echoing their heart beat;
Jesus make us Holy, set apart, as You are.
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