Silence -

Seems our praise is nothing but spam

Where’s the honest cry of a yearning heart?

Where’s the passionate scream to honor our God?

Fed up with the lack of original praise.

All the words I can think of comes from someone

Else.

And my own words are gone, still I long to Be near you.

So I enter your throne and I offer my Worship of silence.

And in the end I guess I wonder

Which one of heart or lips give praise

Head bowed down and knees rooted to the

Ground while my hands are lifted towards the

Throne of the Holy One.

I embraced this

Silent relation between man and God where

Heart reaches heart and we speak without words,

Where I forget all that is painful and hurts.

And I Dwell in the house of the highest of Gods, where

I’m always welcomes simply 'cos I am His son.