I come into the gathering
with a humble and contrite heart
With eager anticipation, I sit
waiting for worship to start

I quiet my mind as I wait
for I know God will enter in
I ask for insight and willingness
to confess my every sin

I know my Lord is present
because of the promise God made
Just like the Holy Promise
that He would rise from the grave

A promise when two or more gather
there would our God be
Not only would God be present
But God promised to live in me

So I bow my head in worship
and I lift my heart in song
I take communion with assurance
To my Lord I do belong

From invocation to benediction
I participate in everything
My attention and my focus
For all the good that worship brings