Heart of worship
When the music fades, all is stripped away, and I simply come.
Longing just to bring, something that's of worth, that will bless Your heart
You search much deeper within, through the way things appear.
You're looking into my heart
I'm coming back to the heart of worship, and it's all about You. It's all about You, Jesus
I'm sorry, Lord, for the thing I've made it, when it's all about You. It's all about You, Jesus
Finding myself singing the chorus again and again.. A simple song that had touched me ever since my youth days, and always reminds me and teaches me different things at different seasons.
Is whatever I'm doing or serving in blessing your heart? Or is it just me justifying my self-righteousness? When is the last time when You were the one that inspired my serving? Or am I going around serving and doing Your will My way instead of Yours? Am i just a "good" Christian in church ticking off my checklist on what to do every Saturday morning in Dialect service, meeting my mentees regularly, serving in life groups as what i am expected to do? Do I see myself feeling bitter when I am left unappreciated? Am i becoming more and more like the elder brother in the prodigal son parable, routinely doing the things I am called to do but was never done out of an overflowing love and gratitude for the Father?
The longer I am as a Christian, and with the higher responsibilities and ministries placed upon me, aside being faithful with them, it is even more so important to be prayerful about them and my heart. To do His work with Him, and not without Him. To experience the fresh wind, fresh fire, where serving is refreshing and not draining or even boring. Seeing and experiencing how God moves always leaves me in awe.. but have I been doing things too much on my own? Am i blessing His heart?
God I truly love you, but teach me how to love you better. And remind me tons and tons again to go back to this heart of worship, when it's all about you, and not me. Do not let me be like that elder brother, being consumed with what he can get out from You, but lost sight of that even more precious gift which is the Father Himself. Let my heart be like the prodigal son when he was on his knees, tears and humility, left in awe with the tremendous grace and forgiveness he had received from You when he knew he don't deserve it. That is the heart posture I want to be coming from, that I truly know all good things in me comes from you, and with that, I serve and love out from a heart that is free, a heart that cannot be contained but overflows. That childlike faith and desire to seek You, may I never lose that wonder.
Love,
Yours.
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