and I will Adore You

I am just a link in a circle of believers, our shoulders and hips brushing, our hands raised in praise. I am amazed at the passion, the emotion, I hear in their voices, surprised to find it in my own. Me, who hates to sing out loud, singing with strength. Because this song is not for me, or for them, but purely for Him.
My heart has chills in this precious moment, this moment between me and my Lord. "Papa, Father," I wonder, "Are there tears in your eyes, like there is in mine? Do you know how much I love you?"
I feel a press upon my heart, like a kiss, in reply.

Worthy is the, Lamb who was slain
Holy, holy is He
Sing a new song, to Him who sits on
Heaven's mercy seat

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God
Almighty
Who was and is and is to come
With all creation I seing
Praise to the King of Kings
You are my everything
And I will adore you