My Heartless Worship

Went before the judge and left with the guilty verdict of worshiping with moist lips but a chap heart. The melodic’s, harmonics or whatever other Musical, theatrical vocabulary, sounded Great. It was music to my ear’s But without my heart attached to The lyrics, it seemed that all I Was producing was noise. I imagine God with his fingers in His ears because my tone deaf, heartless worship Was drowning out the sweet lullaby of my heart. Realizing this, I guessed, it was best To stay quiet and allow my heart To do all the talking. But, I fear Sometimes that this off time I’ve had With God has even caused my heart To be speechless. So here I stand, again, in front of a Congregation responding to my heartless worship. How God allows such things, I’ll never know But perhaps it’s that they are Just as dry as I and will dance At even the impression of water.