In God's Holy Presence <br />we could not stand <br />Before Him <br />we all would fall <br />Overcome, trembling <br />and shaken <br />By His Holiness <br />overawed <br /> <br />In His Presence <br />our bodies so puny <br />Like ants <br />thrown into the sun <br />Liquified, melting <br />like gold in the fire <br />Impurities cleansed <br />by His Son <br /> <br />We stand together <br />when worshipping <br />We stand as if in awe <br />But if God walked in <br />to Sunday Church <br />We'd be worshipping <br />from the floor.<br /><br />Jinge Norvall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/worship-from-the-floor/
