Glory Days Worship

Worship is the soul’s feasting upon that which it believes will fill it up and we perpetually worship whatever we deem most worthy of our attention and affection and sacrifice It is so firmly set in our very nature that at all times we will be worshiping something for the soul knows no other recourse. There is only One worthy of such devotion but if we aren't continually looking to and bowing down to this One Who alone has the power to satisfy, heal and free us we will automatically default to worshiping created things that then have the power only to disappoint, damage and enslave us. When all of worldly beauty's lost When form and face have borne the cost Of life's sojourn upon this earth A greater glory then springs forth When vanity is cast aside With long-dashed dreams and fallen pride At last a better hope I see One anchored in eternity When no one gives a second glance Or offers promise of romance I know the One whose love is true Who looks beyond what most men do When wit and charm have fled from thought And company's no longer sought There's still One friend who longs to hear My every word, desire and fear When awkwardness is more the rule Than competence and being cool His words I hear so gently spoken, "Come, poor in spirit and all who are broken." When those around me criticize With disapproval in their eyes He spreads His arms with full embrace And wears acceptance on His face When kindred spirit can't be found And understanding's wayward bound The One who knows me best will be Thinking precious thoughts toward me When foot is slipping, mind astray From trying to fix things my own way He rescues me with hourly grace And sets me in a spacious place When all my naught attempts at fame Lie crushed beneath a weight of shame I seek the fame of Him instead Who calls my name and lifts my head When youth and vigor fade away And triumph seems an ancient day My strength can rest in One who brings Fresh power to soar on eagle's wings When my last breath some day I take Death's shadowed crossing, hence, to make Upon Christ's nail-scarred feet I'll fall To kiss that One who is my ALL "Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." 2 Corinthians 4:16-18