The Call To Worship

The call to worship knocked on my heart As I entered the hour of prayer. A call that gently beckons me, To commune with my Lord there.

I think of how You came and set me free, Washed my sin and embraced me. What is worship that is fit for this King? Almighty God, The Great I Am, Ruler of all things. Should I worship with loud gongs and clashing cymbals and dance like King David? Or a silent cry from my heart to the heavens? Do I celebrate with swaying palms and singing? Or a tearful prayer in awe and reverence? I come with nothing in my hands A broken vessel, empty. But Lord I give You all I am Will this, my worship, please Thee? Can I break my alabaster jar at Your feet? Will what I do be a fragrance that points to You? If I were to give it all up and not look back at anything, Would this be the worship that moves the heart of my King? I surrender myself In response to Your call As You set me free from the love of this world And my worship turns to delighting in You, as You mold my life to honor You

Not merely with my lips. I pour myself out at the altar For You demand a living sacrifice. In awe of Your glory, my words fail me And to Your call of worship, I give You my life.