Worship is this thing about stuff
way we live life
not `kumba ja my lord` with guitars and eyes closed
its more like the music we listen to
the relationships we form
the style of experience's we hassle our way thru
the tough choices we make
the uncomfortable stuff
mess
THE BEAUTY WE SEE
HOW WE LOVE
SERVE
DEAL WITH OTHERS ALSO MUCH MORE
spirituality does not exist in a vacuum
nor is it confined to Sunday service for one hour
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How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
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