Worship Stone (A Christmas Song)

I wanted to do something special for the 10th anniversary of writing this song. I wanted to record with a friend of mine singing it to share with you guys for Christmas, but I wasn’t able to get that done.

I spent some time over the past few days rewriting the music to make it something more appealing to my tastes now.  Perhaps I can get this and my new year’s song re-recorded with a great singer and share it with you soon.

For now, I’ll just post the words cause they mean so much to me. I’m not as cynical (probably) about Christmas as I was back then, but this is my response to worship.

Worship Stone, I kiss Your hand
Now is the time when Your name is spoken
In vain, I pray, not
The power of Your name, it radiates
From the moment I spoke it

And I fall down and prostrate my self
In reverence and fear, I lay down these gifts

All these red and white tales permeate the air
They’re taking the place of what I hold dear
And it breaks my heart
I know it doesn’t matter when You were born
It’s matters why, how, and what You did

And I fall down and prostrate my self
In reverence and fear, I lay down these gifts

Oh, this wonderfilled night, shining so bright
More so than the stars
And all I can say is
Happy birthday
You are my King