Silence کے بول

Repetition, words upon words Seems our praise is nothing but spam Where's the honest cry of a yearning heart? Where's the passionate scream to honor our God? Fed up with the lack of original praise All the words I can think of comes from someone Else. And my own words are gone, still I long to Be near you. So I enter your throne and I offer my Worship of silence And in the end I guess I wonder Which one of heart or lips give praise Head bowed down and knees rooted to the Ground while my hands are lifted towards the Throne of the holy one, I embraced this Silent relation between man and God where Heart reaches heart and we speak without words Where I forget all that is painful and hurts. And I Dwell in the house of the highest of Gods, where I'm always welcomes simply 'cause I am his son