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.