Kiss me—full on the mouth!
Yes! For your love is better than wine,
headier than your aromatic oils.
The syllables of your name murmur like a meadow brook.
No wonder everyone loves to say your name!

Wow! That’s almost embarrassing.

Imagine stumbling on two lovers fully consumed with the presence of the other. You’d feel like you’d broken into a divine moment meant only for them, but you’d withdraw with a sense of envy of such intense emotion.

That’s what worship is. Song of Solomon or Song of Songs, Shir Hash-shirim in Hebrew, serves double duty, describing the intimacy between a man and a woman, but, also between God and his love — us.

Worship is an attitude of the heart; the heart bows down before the Lord. There is no one else present, even in a room with thousands; there are no other thoughts on your mind; you have no petitions; you haven’t come for healing… you’ve come in and for love.

Worship is a time of love.

It sounds so trite. It was beyond me for so long.

…now I long for it insatiably.