God of wonders beyond our galaxy, you are holy, holy. The universe declares your majesty, you are holy, holy…
The words were audible and for all intents and purposes, no one knew they were empty. A long drive to church, a long walk from the parking spot, and a long line in the restroom wasn’t the preparation I required for worshipping on Sunday morning. But alas, the 20something worship leaders wearing skinny jeans and v-neck shirts were rocking their scenester haircuts and singing a song that been sung one million and two times before. No offense Chris Tomlin, I’ve never liked it.
Until yesterday.
I saw a group of passionate movement from a section of the sanctuary. I stared. I stared at the woman who passionately swayed her arms. I stared at the way she moved her face and lipped each word as if she was shouting. But she was silent.
Early in the morning I will celebrate the light and as I stumble in through the darkness, I will call your name by night…
Those following her worshipped in silence, but they were far louder than my cavernous words. They expressively raised their hands from their mouths and silently shouted the lyric, as I stumble in the darkness, I will call your name by night. I was dumbfounded upon a realization. My empty words ceased. They could never call His name by night. Each lyric was silent worship to the Creator of Heaven and Earth signed louder than I could ever sing.
They were deaf.
God of wonders beyond our galaxy, you are holy, holy. Precious Lord reveal your heart to me, Father holy, holy…
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