| We Come
Before Him by Barbara Philbrook We come
before Him to worship and adore, Some are
reserved in their emotional displays, We kneel
or lie prostate in the presence of our dear Father, Some pray
silently while others in the tongues He gave, Happily,
emotionally, some shedding heart felt tears, None of
that matters, none of it at all, We come
before the Master, we meet Him at the throne, He's done
it all out of love for you and me, Come bow
before Him or sing a song of praise, Tell Him
what you feel, share with Him what He means to you, |