A Joyful Noise

As a child I stood by my dad 

And we sang in church every Sunday .

I sang with gusto ,

Without worrying whether I was tune 

Or off key .

We sang with all our heart and voice 

With simple praise ,

Oh the fruit of our lips 

That openly profess his name .

We let the word of Christ 

To dwell in us to praise God 

With singing and gratitude .

Sometimes our insecurities 

Hamper our worship .

Today I sing more quietly 

Because I worry I am singing of key .

Maybe I can learn to come before God 

And worship 

Like I was a child 

And not worry about how i sound 

But simply praise for God's mercy 

And love .

Every time I go to church 

I think about my dad singing 

With his joyful noise ,

                I Love You All

                By Brock