The heart of worship

The house was quiet, the boys were gone and I slipped into the warm tub. I put my water pillow behind my head ( ok it was a rolled up towel, ghetto I know) and slipped on my ipod careful not to get it wet. I laid there with my eyes closed and played worship music.

As I started to sing, tears rolled down my face. Perhaps it was the long challenging day I had or maybe something a friend recently told me. I saw my friend the other day and she had to have surgery on her throat. They removed her thyroid due to cancer. She said the worst part of it was that her voice hasn’t come back and she was unable to sing and worship. Her eyes filled up with tears as she explained that we take the ability to worship for granted. I saw the pain in her eyes as she explained how she desired to sing out to the Lord and is unable to with her voice.

I was playing worship on the computer today, I walked into my room to find Noah sitting on my bed signing. I said “son what are you doing” He looked up at me and said “worship”. My eyes filled with tears as I watched my son sign and sing worship. I want that heart to worship.

Life and circumstances can take us from that place of worship. The other day as I was in the tub I sang a lil louder. Today as I sat on the bed, I signed with my son more passionately.

It doesnt matter how we come to worship, it could be in a cancer stricken voice barely there, in a off key tune in the tub or simply through sign on the bed. Let us not take for granted the ability to worship the Lord.

Here are the lyrics to “ The heart of Worhip” by Micheal W Smith:

When the music fades
And all is stripped away
And I simply come

Longing just to bring
Something that's of worth
That will bless Your heart

I'll bring You more than a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You have required

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
And it's all about You
It's all about You, Jesus

King of endless worth
No one could express
How much You deserve

Though I'm weak and poor
All I have is Yours
Every single breath

Coming back to the heart of worship,
Mon