Uploaded May 2019 | Updated September 2026, 12 hours ago
This spoken word was played during a night of worship at Newbury Park First Christian Church to transition between the opening song (a modern arrangement of "The Heart of Worship") and "Great Things" by Phil Wickham. Our night of worship was a special evening for our church as it served as a culmination and celebration of our Press On campaign--a fundraising effort to replace our AVL (audio, video, and lighting) infrastructure in our main auditorium. This spoken word was written specifically for this moment in the service with this larger purpose in mind.
If you would like to use this in your worship service, please contact me. I'd be happy to get you the full resolution files.
Drone Footage: Mavic Pro | Newbury Park, CA
Music: “Ancient Emotions” by Cody Martin | Licensed via SoundStripe
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Let there be no confusion among us tonight
No dilution of the pure substance of our delight
We are not here to entertain or perform
But rather draw near to His reign and conform
Our songs, though potent with purpose, are still but a vapor,
Compared to weight of His worth, just a match to some paper
Gone in a flash, finite and fragile, small and unstable
Like just one grape at the feast on a King’s table
No lyric is worthy enough
No voice is pure enough
No drum beat is big enough
to ascribe Him the honor He’s due
Is he worthy? Why is that even a question?
The question should be “Is He worth me?”
But note who He chooses to use for this purpose
Take another look at who He moves for His service
That’s right, you and I
Songwriters and scribes
Trying to capture His Highness in a 3 minute rhyme
We are but nothing, from dust we were born
Subjects to His dominion, not heirs to adorn
Yet we hold the pen and at great risk He authors
His story through children and mothers and fathers
We’re family, so we know it’s not ours, we give what we’ve gotten
From Spirit-filed saints we pass on what’s not rotten
And boy are our spoils not spoiled
We’ve been blessed, am I right?
What’s been passed on to us makes the future shine bright
It’s a story that’s tried and that’s true
One that can’t die and one that’s not through
So tonight, this is our story, this is our song
We will praise our Savior all the night long
Of course this is all way more than just music
For a song in itself are just notes from a human
But ours is much different—it’s a conduit of connection
Through verses and bridges He dwells through each section
So if we encounter His presence through the praise we extol
We better make way for His home to lay claim to our souls
You see, The birthplace of worship is awe and it’s wonder
But blossoms and grows to wholehearted surrender
So let’s make a choice to return to our knees
To worship His worthiness and give everything
Since nothing could stop His love from invading
And no sin’s ever silenced His heart palpitating
Let’s open the gates and draw near to His throne
As children we’re His and He calls us His own
I can hear it now, the beat of His affection
Colliding on this place like a holy infection
The transplant’s-a-comin’—His heart will be mine
When Love is made known, what great things we will find
Because one thing we do—forget what’s behind
Let’s reach for the goal, toward Heaven we’ll climb
‘Till the day we rise up by His resurrection might
We press on to the end with our hope—Jesus Christ
This spoken word was played during a night of worship at Newbury Park First Christian Church to transition between the opening song (a modern arrangement of "The Heart of Worship") and "Great Things" by Phil Wickham. Our night of worship was a special evening for our church as it served as a culmination and celebration of our Press On campaign--a fundraising effort to replace our AVL (audio, video, and lighting) infrastructure in our main auditorium. This spoken word was written specifically for this moment in the service with this larger purpose in mind.
If you would like to use this in your worship service, please contact me. I'd be happy to get you the full resolution files.
Drone Footage: Mavic Pro | Newbury Park, CA
Music: “Ancient Emotions” by Cody Martin | Licensed via SoundStripe
-------------------------------------------------------
Let there be no confusion among us tonight
No dilution of the pure substance of our delight
We are not here to entertain or perform
But rather draw near to His reign and conform
Our songs, though potent with purpose, are still but a vapor,
Compared to weight of His worth, just a match to some paper
Gone in a flash, finite and fragile, small and unstable
Like just one grape at the feast on a King’s table
No lyric is worthy enough
No voice is pure enough
No drum beat is big enough
to ascribe Him the honor He’s due
Is he worthy? Why is that even a question?
The question should be “Is He worth me?”
But note who He chooses to use for this purpose
Take another look at who He moves for His service
That’s right, you and I
Songwriters and scribes
Trying to capture His Highness in a 3 minute rhyme
We are but nothing, from dust we were born
Subjects to His dominion, not heirs to adorn
Yet we hold the pen and at great risk He authors
His story through children and mothers and fathers
We’re family, so we know it’s not ours, we give what we’ve gotten
From Spirit-filed saints we pass on what’s not rotten
And boy are our spoils not spoiled
We’ve been blessed, am I right?
What’s been passed on to us makes the future shine bright
It’s a story that’s tried and that’s true
One that can’t die and one that’s not through
So tonight, this is our story, this is our song
We will praise our Savior all the night long
Of course this is all way more than just music
For a song in itself are just notes from a human
But ours is much different—it’s a conduit of connection
Through verses and bridges He dwells through each section
So if we encounter His presence through the praise we extol
We better make way for His home to lay claim to our souls
You see, The birthplace of worship is awe and it’s wonder
But blossoms and grows to wholehearted surrender
So let’s make a choice to return to our knees
To worship His worthiness and give everything
Since nothing could stop His love from invading
And no sin’s ever silenced His heart palpitating
Let’s open the gates and draw near to His throne
As children we’re His and He calls us His own
I can hear it now, the beat of His affection
Colliding on this place like a holy infection
The transplant’s-a-comin’—His heart will be mine
When Love is made known, what great things we will find
Because one thing we do—forget what’s behind
Let’s reach for the goal, toward Heaven we’ll climb
‘Till the day we rise up by His resurrection might
We press on to the end with our hope—Jesus Christ
