Worship Rise Poem by Martin Greyford

With all my emotions
I stand before your throne
The Holy seat of Mercy.
My head bowed down
And my hands lifted up.

Coming back to you.
I'm giving you
My heart and my soul
For its all that I have
To worship you with.

I don't mean to be
Emotional in your presence,
Though sometimes it happens like that
When I think of all the
The pain I've caused you inside.

Your mercy endures forever
And you still love me.
I'll say with all that I am.
Let the worship rise
Like a sweet perfume.

To fill the courts of your throne.
Let the worship rise.
Like incense burned on the incense alter
To fill the whole tabernacle
With the fullness of your glory.