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FollowBy: Woodrow Lucas
You!! You, I say you on the guitar?
Do you know who you are?
Or are you just an angel without a name?
I see your heart my sister!! And you do not sing for fame!!!
No, you live and love and play and dance to praise that man who Reigns!!
You!! You singing on the microphone?
Do you feel alone?
Or do you know dear brother Seraphim, that you help to put us in that zone?
To bow down low in honor?,
Of he who sits high on the throne?!!!
You!! You dancing in the corner, with your hands lifted high,
Do you feel sometimes like you wish you’d die?
Or do you know that when you dance, my Savior’s hands you untie?
To give us joy deep in our hearts and free our minds from lies?
My sister, I’m just a warrior, whose run in fear too many times,
My brother, I’m just a warrior, who fights the dark one with my rhymes,
And I press the boundaries of our justice for those who fall beneath the cracks,
I press in against the evil one, who puts this hatred on our backs,
But you? You see beyond this evil to a place I long to go,
You reach into the light of God, and the path to right you show,
For you bring the water of music to wash away our sin,
And because you choose to worship her, this battle we shall win,
For worship is the weapon of Sons and Daughters Divine,
For worship is the key to life and an end to these dark times,
For worship is a refuge in a world of sinister sounds,
For worship is a space ship that goes to realms of God renown,
For worship is my best friend’s and my eldest brother’s great delight,
For worship is the celebration of that freedom for which I fight,
Man can you see it?
Worship is light!!
Worship is tight!
Worship makes me take flight!
Worship ain’t black and worship ain’t white,
Worship is the power of love to wield the True Savior’s might!!
Woman can you feel it?
Worship is pure power, even when its motives are impure,
Worship brings the tears that strengthens our souls to endure,
Worship is a message, a grateful rain for those who mourn,
As they watch us on the cross of Christ, our love still waiting to be born!!
Preacher can you express this? This running stream that heals,
This dancing for a spirit that I can’t see but I can feel,
This blessed invitation, for her to occupy this space,
The sound of wisdom and of sacrifice, the sound of irresistible grace,
My sister, I’m just a warrior, whose run in fear too many times,
My brother, I’m just a warrior, who fights the dark one with my rhymes,
And I press the boundaries of our justice for those who fall beneath the cracks,
I press in against the evil one, who puts this hatred on our backs,
But you? You see beyond this evil to a place I long to go,
You reach into the light of God, and the path to right you show,
For you bring the water of music to wash away our sin,
And because you choose to worship her, this battle we shall win,
Don’t ever doubt your purpose my blessed sister cherubim,
Don’t ever doubt your worth as you offer praise to him,
Don’t ever count yourself defeated even when you fall to sin,
Cause the sound of your celebration reminds me of why I’m here,
Cause the sound of your celebration helps me to break through some of this fear,
That day and night it torments those of us God chose to fight,
That day and night it tempts us to run for cover from our soul’s dark night,
But because of you my psalmist, because of your blessed gratitude,
I’ll never quit, I’ll never stop, and in the end I’ll never lose,
For we are one my brother, we are one Body that belongs to him,
And whether or not you believe as I do, I am duty bound to call you friend,
For you worship that man named Jesus as I do when I can,
And your worship of him who saved us, will someday heal this land,
So never doubt your purpose, cause you’ve saved me a thousand times,
And that’s why in your honor, with deep gladness I wrote this rhyme!!!
Worship!! Now’s the time!! Let your Light Shine!! Amen!!
