I Love To Worship Him Poem by Munashe Rupazo

Many times I have said, thought and done
Many a time I have come before Him
With a tear smeared face, a broken heart and a failed soul
Many times in the reason of my living
I have thought; thought and again thought.
The wrong always uninvited as if right
I have continued as a sinner
Even though He kept calling me back, “Come my child.”
But clouded with shame I could not raise my face.
He has given me so much to be thankful for
And my words have failed in their own sufficiency
To show how much I say thank you,
Even though I seem not more holy than I pray for.
Even though He has never stopped calling me back.
My love for Him is too little compared to His concern for me
What can I do to make Him happy?
There is nothing I can do but to worship Him.
I will worship Him in all the days of my life;
In my life of catastrophe, in my life of thankfulness,
In my life of emptiness, in my life of wholesome.
In my life of pride and in my life of prejudice,
I will worship Him until the trumpet sounds.
Until He comes to redeem me from the sin congested world.
I love to worship Him
For in that much thanks I can approach.
Though the little the love can be
As long as my little heart is all that little
I shall keep on worshiping because He kept on calling
I shall never stop worshiping because He never stopped calling
I shall continue, because He did the same for me.