You have learned the story of the Three, and you have learned all of his word.  You have danced in front of many, and you have bowed before all.  You have known a cause, and you have known a mission.  You are so much, but still you remain nothing.
     For learning is not believing, and knowing is not being.  Preforming is lying, and none lie before the Father.  Though you may believe, and though you may be all that is ment to be, when you begin to preform, all crumble to your feet.
     Even when you are what you have always been meant to be; when you dance and search for your own praise, who do you praise.  If you drive for glory for you to bask in, who do you give glory to.  When you preform to others for their applause, you take what is rightfully the Lord’s.
     Feel free to dance and please do bow, but no more be in front.  Let your voice bellow and throw your hands in the air.  But no more be in the front.  No more keep an eye open to watch as others look at you.  No more dance for the applauding of others.  No more preach a mission, or lecture of the Tree for but the chance to mount the pedestal.
     But please do dance, I even beg you to sing.  Please do share the word, and I beg you to never stop bowing before the Lord.  But no more for show, and no more for glory.  Though they may praise you, bask not in their words.

Their praise is the Fathers, and so is yours.

     Look around you, what do you see?  All thoughts around you, so happy and close to you.  Is that what you see, or do you share my eyes?  I see past all that is known by the outsider, I see all that is known to me, and I see all that there is to be seen. Look around you and what do you see?  With so many joyfull laughs and so many greatfull faces what could be wrong is this wondrous place.  Now, look through my eyes and see as I see, know as I know, and feel as I feel.
     Look around you now and think this, where have all the laughs gone, and where have all the greatfull faces fled to?  Look around and see off to the distance there is still a smile, joyfull and filled with peace.  As this face shines upon others they begin to smile too.  Some barley grin and some burst out in laughter.  Now see as they see, feel as they feel, know what they have known.  When you are smiled upon, how can you not smile back?  Do not horde this new found joy, do not hide this treat for the others.  Be smiled upon and begin to smile upon others.  It may be a simple grin, but let it be planted in someone else.  Though it may cause you to grin, it may cause them to beam with brightness.
     So do not horde your joy and do not hide your happiness.  For if you spred these smiles, on day we will all see. And the way you first saw, with joyfull faces and greatfull laughs, will be the way that I see.

Let us see, and let us smile.

This bit I actually shared in public before publishing and posting. It is a condescend version of my Inspiration on Worship in some ways. It is also and entirely different piece in others.

     I’ve heard your voices, and wept with such joy, such gratitude, and such pride.  You, the youth, have started to shake the very foundations of this building.  This church itself dances with us.  You all have such power within you, you all can do so much.  Right now you shake a church into dancing, what else can we do?  Our ancestors, people who witnessed miracles everyday, had the same power.  They shook not a building but a city, they brought and evil city to its knees, so that it and all within would bow before God.  They are gone now, and it is up to us.  Let us no longer shake this building, nor this city, nor this nation.  Let the youth rise and let us use our power!  Tonight we no longer will shake this place, but tonight we will begin to shake the world!  So it may bow before God!

     I hear the sounds of the masses, all the many within this place and other wise.  I hear the sounds of your worship, it had become long forgotten in the sorrows and pains of the world.  Long has it been since I’ve witnessed the sounds of such solid faith, long has it been since I’ve been moved to rise in such proud humility, and long has it been since I’ve carried others, while still sinking in under my own burdens.
     Lifted form sinking ground the song of many voices draws all else.  Brought back to life so that I may bring others, I have finally regained my strength.  As long as this praise of many echo’s within every crevice my strength remains, strength of no bounds recites through the voices.  Their sound is power and their power is Holy, so bring your power here, let us unite and shape what is left of this world.

     Like the mighty noise of ancient days let us harness what we hold.  Our praise and worship can change the world, let us now lift our hands and let us lift our hearts.  Let us hold true to our purpose and let us bow to who we serve.  Our praise can change the world and our worship can move mountains and break vast seas.  Like the mighty noise our ancient brothers made.  While they shook the mighty Jerico, while they trudged ’till only rubble remain, we will trudge until the world is rubble.  They shook a city, let us shake a people.
     The world is wicked and darkness is ramped.  We have strength and might beyond what could be imagined.  Let us bring ourselves to live in a world aflame so that all will see the smoke, and so that all may feel the warmth.  With our sound let the all consuming fir engulf this place.  Our song can change the world, and we will ignite the first spark.  With worship so mighty and praise so fierce, let us bring the fire here.  Our sound is power and our power is Holy. 

As our brothers of ancient days shook a city to rubble, let us now shake a world.  Not to rubble, but to a great nation, eternally aflame and engulfed with the All Consuming Fire.

     On guard and dawn your weapons!  The company is under siege and the villages have been set into smoke, the enemy has taken captives and the will not last long.  As more smoke rises they burn within, trapped in cages like livestock to the slaughter.
Off you rumps and strap on your boots.  The longer we remain still the longer the innocent suffer.  Our enemy is cunning and cruel.  Its furry is matched only by its relentless rage!  They take no prisoners with them alive, and only let them live to suffer.  Look around you, are you going to lay in this fortress safeguarded and pure?  Or will you join me and fulfill a purpose?  Millions and more suffer, if we stay than all of them shall perish.

     Charge with me brothers, for our need is great.  Charge win with me brothers, though we may parish is not the life of one worth as much as ours or more?  They lay defenceless and broken, beaten and now damned.  Will you sit here and do nothing?  We are armed and heavily guarded, will you just sit there?  Will you just watch and witness, are you truly turning your back?  Are you to turn your back to those who are tortured, for those who turn theirs are no better than the torturers.
     So on your guard and off your rumps!  Draw your swords and dawn your shields!  The villages burn bright in blackness on this nights horizon.  Let us charge towards the sound of the suffering.  Our enemy numbers are greater than our own but we are stronger.  Led by Holy Might and driven by Heavenly Light we shall overcome the tyrants of darkness.  With a bloodied Shepard leading, the lambs of his flock will be saved.  So strap on your boots and charge!  Charge not for glory but mercy.  Charge no for self but for grace.  Charge not for image but for the Lord. Charge!!!

    You have heard the rants of passion, you have listened to the preachings of heart, you have experienced the trails of life, you have seen the pain of the world, and you have felt the presence.  All of these things, and you know them all, or do you?
Though you heard the rant, listened to the preaching, experienced the world, and felt something more.  Through it all you were there, or were you? Did you really or have you just forgotten.  Nothing is stronger than that which can happen all in one moment.  When you blink and you feel a year go by, are you not blessed?

     Blessed will you be, only if you share your moments as I do.  Moments are your blessings or your curses.  Come with me, and I will give you a moment of Light.  Come with me and I will give you a moment of bounty.  Turn your gaze away and your moments are your own.  Turn away and not take part in me and you will have not even soiled dirt in comparison.  Turn away and you shall remain naked an shackled.  
     So then, how are your moments?  How were your moments?  Do yo9u remember, or would you like to be reminded.  We stand outstretched to you, our bounty is great and we have much to share.  Reach back to us and join our moment.  Did you hear the rants of passion, did you listen to the preachings of heart, did you experience life, did you see the pain of the world, did you feel the presence of our God, the Three in One all merciful Father Son and Spirit?  We have all of these moments, and we are reaching them out to you. 

Reach back to us, and be part of our moment.