Authentic Worship.

I call out You...
He don't listen. He don't care. He don't want to know what ya gotta say.

I silently form words in my head only You can hear....
Yeah. That's right. Stay quiet. Telling him anything is a waste.

I stand with my arms stretched outward impulsively...
Why are you standing like that?! Do you really think posture matters?

Words come out from my mouth, forming a melody....
WHAT A HORRIBLE SOUND! You have no talent at all.

My hands are raised upwards now, towards the sky above me...
No. No. NO! Why are you wasting your time?

My body feels the rhythm now, my classic sway begins...
Focus on the technical aspects. You really can't dance!

My voice utters a single name repeatedly...
NOOOOOO! NOT THAT NAME!!!

I claim my authority with confidence and conviction....
[SILENCE IS HEARD]

"My heart will sing.... No other name.....Jesus.....Jesus!"