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Ready to Worship

What does it take to get you ready to worship? Is it even possible? Does someone need to wind you up like a toy car, or beat you with a “worship whip” until you’re all bruised and sore – before you decide to let your heart, soul, and body express its need and desire for God?

I just heard a song, “O the Blood” by Thomas and Mary Beth Miller, sung by Kari Jobe, for the first time.

It’s been out and about for a few years, and I don’t know how I missed hearing it; but it’s very hard to keep up with the latest stuff. In fact, I don’t even try any more.

A lot of the new stuff leaves me a bit disappointed. I realize that’s my opinion, and maybe it’s because of my age. Oh, I like most of the instrumentation. I still like to “rock out” at times. Ram and Jam! But the lyrics sometimes seem too “me” oriented; so fluffy and trite. It’s like the song was written for commercial use, rather than an intimate meeting with the Lover of our Soul.

But this song grabbed my heart!

O, the Blood of Jesus washes me! My heart resonates with those words. Listening to it reminded me of tuning a guitar; playing two strings and matching the notes until there is no extra vibration. When only one note is finally heard, the strings are perfectly tuned. This is how the song affected me; its “frequency” matched my heart’s frequency, and worship began to flow out of me to my Savior, my God. Wow!

There are so many reasons to worship God, and so many songs to sing. Eternity won’t be long enough for us to express to our Savior the worship He is due.

And there’s no way 30 minutes of worship a week will satisfy the Lord, or our heart.

Scripture says to be ready in season and out. Be ready for what? Well, it says be ready to “to preach the Word.”

But there’s something else we should be ready to do, in season and out.

Worship. Ready to worship! Let our hearts cry out to God in worship, love, and faith.

“Let the godly sing for joy to the Lord; it is fitting for the pure to praise him.” Psalms 33:1 (NLT)

O Worship The King

20131128-085124.jpgWho is like our God? Who else is worthy of all our worship?

There’s only One who is powerful enough to create Heaven and Earth; everything seen and unseen. Yet He’s tender and gentle enough to hold us in His arms.

God alone hates evil with a pure, righteous, and unselfish hatred. And although His hatred is justified, He loves the soul of every person, regardless.

He alone is worthy of worship!

While we were yet sinners, rebellious in nature, His love transcended our condition by giving His life as a ransom for many.

To Him alone is our worship due.

Nothing compares to the incomparable God. Our vocabulary fails to describe the indescribable One. Eternity isn’t sufficient to express all the glorious attributes of God Almighty.

Humble and gentle, Our God Supreme
Mighty and awesome, this One unseen
All worship is due, the One Who is King
So with yielded heart, to Him I will sing.

Here is a song I dearly love. Written about 180 years ago, it is an anthem connecting worshippers throughout many generations. It’s message is clear: no one, and no thing, compares to the One called The King.

Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend; worship Him, forever!

O, Worship The King

1. O worship the King, all glorious above,
O gratefully sing God’s power and God’s love;
our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,
pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.

2. O tell of God’s might, O sing of God’s grace,
whose robe is the light, whose canopy space,
whose chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
and dark is God’s path on the wings of the storm.

3. The earth with its store of wonders untold,
Almighty, thy power hath founded of old;
hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree,
and round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.

4. Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
it streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
and sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.

5. Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
in thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail;
thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,
our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.

By Robert Grant (1833)

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