LOVE IS WORSHIP

Love is worship,
And I have worshiped,
normally worshiping is done

with bowed head,
I never raised my head.

Do as you wish,

with my bowed head

its humbled
Kick it with your feet,

or pick it with your kind hands.

tears from my eyes

 rolled down my cheeks

never mind I didn’t cry,

they are marks

of my deep devotion

stay assured,

my tongue and my pen,

all are devoted like my soul,
They will sing your glory,

in every condition.