Worship - Poem by Marguerite Atkins
Worship is a multi-faceted diamond
Turned this way and turned that to catch the sun.
Kneeling now in quiet adoration
Or springing up in ecstasy begun!
Sometimes worship can be lowly serving,
Doing unto others as unto Him--
A multitude of duties set before us--
A life of discipline and not of whim.
Then there are times when suffering is our worship,
Acquiescing in His will just for today. . .
Whatever way He offers us to worship,
Accepting it in love-Oh, then we pray!
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