worship

about worship

The light
of the living God
spreads it wings
as I raise my arms
In humble adoration for him
I fall once more at his feet.
I sing his praises
I give myself to him
and turn my back
on the world.
I beg to be shown the way
I repent of my sins
And he takes me
In his arms
and calls me son
I am his child
and he is the father I love.
He cleanses me.