God is a Spirit: and they that worship Him
must worship Him in spirit and in truth.
A Place of Worship
© Gail Moss
A place of worship, where I encounter You
A place of worship, where my heart is true
A place of worship, just between me and You
My King
A place of worship
Where I come and lay prostrate
In this place of worship
Before You, Holy Magistrate
Longing to commune with You
Face to face
My King
For Your Word declares:
Fear the Lord All The Earth!
Worship Him in the beauty of holiness
Commune with Him and be blessed
I labor to enter into that rest
Now it’s no longer about me
For I have killed my flesh
So enjoy the fragrance of my brokenness
May it be a sweet smelling savor
For to abide completely in You and You fully in me
Is the oneness that I’m after
I know Your eyes run to and fro
For it’s the true worshipper that You seek
I’m here, in this place of worship
In spirit and in truth, I come and bow before You
For I have died to me
I’m in pursuit of You
My King!