We are here to respond, to gather as brothers and raise our voices, breaking through the world’s chaos and noises. We kneel as servants, and raise our hands as if beggars, pleading for that which is far beyond us. We have no glory to give, only the chance to acknowledge that all glory, is His. Just as we are called to build His kingdom out in the world through sacrifice in obscurity, we are also meant to join together in His name, believing He will come in Grace.

This is worship, this is praise, this is us trying to put to music to the glory that accompanies His name. This is us thanking Him for who he has declared us to be; loved, seen, forgiven, redeemed. We play the wrong notes and we sing off key, and yet he accepts our praise without hesitation, knowing our only other option is condemnation.

Our own kingdoms fall in ruin as we fall at His feet, and now we are fearless as we cry, ‘Hallelujah! Hallelujah to the one and only King’.

This is what we were made for, to surrender our lives over in public declaration, letting the whole world know that we are here for Him. We are made to sing and dance and shout His praise, unashamed, until the mountains shake and the oceans break and every creature cries out His name.

For His name is the only one that holds victory, His life the only life unblemished, and his death the only death in history that gave more than it took. How can we look anywhere else? But to Him who embraced death like a friend so that we, the ones who hung Him on a cross, all could be His. And now this story holds our hope, that The Son of God came, lived, died, and rose.

We are here, as His Church. Our reason is His Grace, our anthem is His name. His glory is inevitable, so why choose to turn away? If we are Jesus’ hands and feet, should we not also be His voice? The voice spoken by thousands of tongues, spread across the earth, one savior, one gospel, one word.

So yes, we come. We come humbly to His feet, but we approach Him as His body, united and freed. We practice, and tune, and play and sing, with the hope that all creation will stop to listen and say “I want to know their King.”