W.O.R.S.H.I.P

Where my broken spirit and dark truths come in concordance,

Over the weight of hallelujahs, and pillars of worship, truths that never align with mine.

Retreat is where I touch His feet,

Sublime, slow songs lift my spirit, guiding it to peace.

How can I forsake a connection of salvation that welcomes all in?

I don’t know what to make of it, but I know.

Prayer is a sub-dimension in worship’s sovereignty.