Hey, girl. Can I be more than your slave?
Can I build you an alter?
A shrine to your beauty, a throne for your soul?
Can I worship you?
Bask in your presence and praise you in all of your glory.
Can I wash your feet with tears of service?
Can I lay down my life for you?
Sacrifice my heart, soul and sanity for the mere chance it might make you smile.
In my midnight hour can I call on your name and find peace?
Can I believe in you whether you respond to me or not?
Can I have blind faith that you are all I'll ever need?
My beginning and my end.
Can I proclaim to the world that you are my truth, my way and my light?
Can I worship you?
Enter your presence and cry tears of joy, tears of love, tears of unshakable faith.
Can I bear your cross around my neck and let the world know I would die for you?
Can I expect nothing from you?
Can I surrender when you won't?
Can I smile when you leave me? Laugh when you forsake me? Dance when you break me?
Can I thank you for the trials and tribulations you gift me?
For the lessons in unconditional love.
Please, baby, please can I worship you?
Will you be my God? Will you sit in my sky and feed off of my praise?
When my praises go up, will your blessings come down? Can I keep honoring you when they don’t?
You know what, girl? Never mind.
I shouldn’t ask your permission. I apologize. I’m sorry to bother you. I ask nothing of you.
Because the truth is, I’m going to worship you.
Whether you want me to or not.
Whether you punish me for it or not.
Whether I’m punishing myself or not.
I’m going to worship you.
A God so great simply can’t go ignored.
