Worshipping God

I have to worship God you said
And away you went, where He was
In a building with stained glass windows
Is He only there for you? Sad really.

I am enjoying His outdoors, loving His horizon.
Basking in His sun, enthusiastic about His new day.
He is everywhere I look, and I look everywhere.
Seeing Him in tiny purple violets and yellow dandelions.

His trees are glittering with possibilities.
His stream is full of tiny minnows that struggle upstream.
I hear something, and listen harder. Is it one of His deer?
I see the flash of a white tail.

I am loving my day. I sing no hymns, but my heart is on fire.
My eyes are full of gratitude and I am hugging wildflowers.
His world is showing me how to worship Him.
I need no building with stained glass windows.
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Wolf Avatar
July 31, 2022 at 8:16 PM
Of course, God is everywhere.... everywhere where we call His Name...
Krutsinger Avatar
July 31, 2022 at 10:19 PM
I have called on Him too
Hankins Avatar
July 30, 2022 at 12:06 PM
Oh, yes!!! I have told many guys they can worship as well on the golf course as they can sitting in a building wishing they were on the golf course!
Krutsinger Avatar
July 31, 2022 at 1:46 AM
At a certain age, many realize it but some sadly never do.
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