Borrowed Breath

…this little blog of mine had its humble beginnings. Here is the first post from June 22nd of last year:

I remember one Sunday night after teaching, I saw a brother kneeling silently while the band was playing and the congregation was singing.  After a few songs, I knelt beside him, put my arm around him, and prayed for him.  I prayed for a little while, and after I stopped, I asked him if there was anything specific for which I could pray for him.  He pulled out a tablet where he had already written, as if to the Lord, “I have decided to worship in silence.” 

I thought that was pretty cool, especially since there have been times I’ve been there myself.  Although for me, it was never a premeditated choice.  There have been times I’ve been so caught up in who my Lord is and in His love for me, I worshipped in silence.

This poem was birthed out of and inspired by that event.  

There is a time for silent worship,
When the songs in my heart can find no release,
With a singing heart and silent lips,
My soul adores the Prince of Peace. 

Sometimes my heart’s too heavy to sing,
Burdened with pain I cannot express.
Silence is the only offering I bring,
Finding no outlet for my distress. 

Sometimes my heart’s too overjoyed to sing,
Enraptured ’til words are not enough.
Songs only echo with a hollow ring,
Unable to articulate my love. 

There are times silent worship is best,
To be still in Jehovah’s presence.
I stand in the light of His holiness,
Quietly soaking in His essence.  

So friend, whether singing or silent, let’s worship our King,
He is worthy.