Worship (poem)
by Karl Sider

There was a time when worship was
Peripheral in my life
I'd go to church to sing and praise
Then leave to live my life

But lately since the spinning wheel
Of life on which I sit
Has spun so fast, in such a way,
A fire has been lit

Worship (poem)
by Karl Sider

Worship

There was a time when worship was
Peripheral in my life
I'd go to church to sing and praise
Then leave to live my life

But lately since the spinning wheel
Of life on which I sit
Has spun so fast, in such a way,
A fire has been lit

The heat of which is serving to
Firm up my watery clay
The Potter's hand is skillful and
I trust His narrow way

Worship now is more to me
Then something that I do
Worship is the only way
I know to make it through

Demonic thoughts within my head
Are put to instant flight
As worship dominates my head
My heart stands up to fight

Worship is my anchor now
Which holds me in the storm
Worship keeps me on the wheel
When I am tired and worn

Worship keeps my focus true
On Him who is my life
Worship holds my hand in His
As He lights up my life