THE GREAT MULTITUDE

I have read and heard

Ever so often

The beautiful voices of the congregation

Coming together

In worship of The One they know to be

Worthy of it all

I have read and seen

Ever so often

Those whom You have called

Sealed with Your Holy Ghost

Pouring their hearts out

On pen and paper

In adoration of The One

Who fills their hearts with a good theme

I have read and seen

Ever so often

The ones You made fishers of men

Baring their lives at Your Altar

In obedience to The One

Who gave His Life for them

And I too, with desperate longing

I too, pick up a harp and guitar, hoping that I might be half as skilled as the 288 Levites

I too, call out to You with a loud voice, hoping that I might be half as loud as Bartimaeus

I too, pick up a pen and paper, hoping that I might write a poem half as beautiful as David’s

I too, pour myself at Your Feet, hoping that I might love you half as much as she who was forgiven much

And to far surpass all  these combined.

Knowing, knowing so well

That since the ages past

Multitudes have worshipped You

And long after this age is past

Multitudes will worship You

But desiring, still earnestly desiring

To be among the number

Like the most distinct voice echoing through eternity

Like the firmest strum of a harp breaking through the crowd

Like the most beautiful poem preserved on ancient scrolls, carefully transcribed with The King’s quill

Like the strongest vial of perfume, poring over a living sacrifice

Like the most frequently repeated verse of a song

Singing over and over, and over

‘More of You, less of me’