Some say church is the only place
Where I can lift God’s name in praise
Yet every day I feel His grace
And worship Him in many ways.
At rest outside, coffee in hand,
Trees, flowers, birds – His grand displays –
Remind me how His beauty spans;
My tears of joy to Him are raised.
While undertaking mundane tasks
Each gently folded towel betrays
My adoration quite unmasked;
I worship what my heart portrays.
As posting mail or buying food
Standing in line with long delays
I choose devotion’s attitude
A gift of time; my heart obeys.
On morning walk at shore or trail
Sunrise reveals first morning’s rays.
You are the air that I inhale
And fills my lungs throughout the day.
So worship You from start to end
To keep away temptation’s preys
And praise Your grace with thanks intend
‘Til sleep’s approach my lips will pray.