Worship is a Lifestyle

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Sunday, I raise my hands in praise
Monday, I return to my old ways
Sunday, I give You all my heart
Tuesday, my prayer life falls apart
Sunday, I confess all my sins
Wednesday, I entertain the beast within
Sunday, You are my only help
Thursday, I cannot stand myself
Sunday, my heart is pure and true
Friday, I’ve drifted far from You
Sunday, you make me whole again
Saturday, I’m crippled by my pain.

Sunday again, and here I am
Sinking, yet swimming all I can.
I’m wondering how I got this lost
Reviewing my week, I have to pause.
I realise how I got this way:
I didn’t seek, I didn’t pray;
I settled in my comfort zone
Ditched Your law, Lord, and lived my own.
Can’t stand my inconsistency:
Sunday the only time I’m holy.
Lord, strengthen me to live as Your child
So I’ll stop feeling so defiled.
Your Son already died on the cross
I’m glad I don’t have to bear that cost.
So now, teach me to walk with You;
So that each day be worshipful.

Comments

Unknown said…
Great!! I really relate to this one and i think you put it perfectly don't know if i would have expressed it any better in words!! God BLESS.........Robert
31 October 2010 at 20:30
Angela Azumah Alu said…
Exactly! You said it so well! God bless you!
9 December 2010 at 09:37
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