I heard their voices singing sotto voce ‘At Your feet, is the highest place of worship’ and I wondered how that could be.

Then I remembered a school history lesson about a weeping woman with a broken jar. She wiped a man named El Elyon’s feet with her hair, with tears streaming down her face, a face that appeared raptured in absolute ecstasy. And I thought, they must know something I don’t.

And then they sung, ‘We humbly bow, yet boldly enter in’. And I thought, ‘what a contradiction! Surely boldness and being bowed low can’t both be contained in the same sentence.’

Their song continued with the words ‘Undeserved, yet welcome at Your table’ and I thought ‘This song is a paradox’, but they just kept singing, a song of One.

And the rhetorical questions too kept piling up. Because if someone is deemed unfit for one’s company, then the door must not even be opened to them, right? But in this man’s house, the more unfit one was deemed, the wider His door was opened.

And then I heard this woman belting out this song to an audience of thousands upon thousands ‘In this house, yet all alone with You’

So I turned to look around me, wondering if anybody else thought this weird. Clearly she was with us, so how could she claim to be alone with somebody we could not see?

And then she sang ‘I yell free, yet held within Your chamber’.

At this point I wondered if she was a prisoner of some sort fighting for her freedom and unable to escape.

But another historical writer, a King no less, wrote about a kind of love that ravishes the heart, takes over and makes one sick with desperate longing and desire.

So when she sang ‘Only in Your presence, only’, I finally understood what the Angels had been singing about.

So I decided to join in this indescribable expression called worship and my song went something like this ‘The time for love has long been here, so love me; and since Your glory wants to come here, let it fall, I want all that You want to give to me’