I notice that
as much as I’m me
I still hold back
from being me

what am I afraid of
why not let loose

there’s so much
tradition in religion
so many eyes unknown
so many minds made up
on what’s right
and what’s wrong

uncontrolled worship
what does that look like
to not see who’s in the room
and just

dance

as if Jesus were there
the only One watching
that’s the place
I want to worship

that’s the place
I choose to live

not hiding behind a screen
not masking the dance
not holding my head down
not caring if they judge

to let my hair down
breathe Him in
and draw you into my place
of worship

something new’s coming
look out!