Silence

Repetition, words upon words
 Seems our praise is nothing but spam
 Where's the honest cry of a yearning heart?
 Where's the passionate scream to honor our God?
 Fed up with the lack of original praise.
 All the words I can think of comes from someone
 Else. And my own words are gone, still I long to
 Be near you. So I enter your throne and I offer my
 Worship of silence.
 And in the end I guess I wonder
 Which one of heart or lips give praise
 Head bowed down and knees rooted to the
 Ground while my hands are lifted towards the
 Throne of the Holy One. I embraced this
 Silent relation between man and God where
 Heart reaches heart and we speak without words,
 Where I forget all that is painful and hurts. And I
 Dwell in the house of the highest of Gods, where
 I'm always welcomes simply 'cos I am His son.