The dum, dum, doom of the djembe
rolls into my ears
People swaying and dancing for
you alone
Hands raised in praise to you
... and it takes me back
Year upon year rolls back
until they number the thousands
And there before me is King David
dancing for you alone
king praising KING
without royal garb upon him
knowing that his actions and heart
were right before you
in that moment ...
it all makes me smile
As silent words to you go
inaudibly I sit content
My heart bowed, inspiration before me,
birthing poetic praise
Delighted because I get
to simply see my friends worshiping
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