Worship God
Once of old God's angel came down.
He spoke with apostle world renown.
The apostle on his knees did bend.
The angel did his hand extend.
"Do not bend down to me so low
I am a servant, don't you know?"
Worship God."
There was a man, of race, gentile.
Needing truth he called an apostle.
Arriving soon the apostle he met
And upon his knees himself did set.
Arise from posture low and prostate.
The apostle was also God's servant.
Hearing the gospel plain and true.
He then understood what he must do.
Worship God.
But some do worship ignorantly
Putting before them idolatry.
Not knowing that houses, cars, and lands.
They substitute for the One so Grand.
Man's creation they put ahead.
And relegate Him to lesser stead.
And while they worship loud in vain
They do hypocritically proclaim.
Worship God.
Yet others prate around in style.
Showing true concern sincere.
Loving those who are in need.
Yet serving not obediently.
Their objective is to worship self.
Complete obedience is shelved.
Teaching their own devised doctrine
These do haughtily rise up
Claiming great and glorious works
And vainly saying with their words
Worship God
Each day our self we must inspect
To ensure ultimate respect
Not worshipping God's servants' form
Nor idol made with all its charms.
Not putting self ahead, in front.
Nor writing laws that God has shunned.
Not thinking of our worship place
As one big social clubbing space
But bowing head with thought sincere
And practicing each and every year
The one true heart, which God accepts
The heart broken, sincere, contrite,
Obedient in all God's ways
Searching scripture every day
And assembling to the proper place
In timely manner filled with grace
To worship as the Word dictates
Speaking words we, humbled, say,
Worship God.
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