As I stop to consider all the worship we do at Hope City, I have been drawn to the image of hands. Hands that are spread, reaching in praise to our Lord on each Sunday morning. Yet this worship doesn’t end when the music stops. We have the opportunity, not only on Sundays, but everyday, to worship our King in everything we do. Going through this flow of worship reminds me of how the Lord would prioritize my life - with Him being the only goal.
Our hands say so much about how the Spirit moves through us in worship.
Worship
True worship, open, honest
Allowing the Spirit to freely move
To fill, to guide
A heart that reaches, yearns for the Father
Lord I need you, Praise the Son
Crying out to the One, the only One, who knows all and yet loves
Hands that ache with longing to touch even just Your garment
To be healed, restored
Abba, Elohim, Jehovah
Removing my shoes as I step onto holy ground
Kneeling in submission, in humility
Bowing before my King
The King of kings, Lord of lords
Finding hands that clench at the pit in my stomach
As I experience each insecurity, each fallen moment
Surrender, Lord, help me surrender
The Great Counselor drawing me open into communion with Your presence
I long for more of You
Oh Lord, open my hands, that I may freely give
Make my hands raw with these vulnerabilities
that my weakness would proclaim Your might
May they be rough with the work of Your kingdom
Joining in Your pain, in Your glory
May my fingertips flow with streams of freedom
Bending at each bank, in submission to Your perfect will
Make my life one of worship
Open and honest
Abba
May we one day touch your face