Day Twenty and One

I come to worship
bulletin done
sermon polished
coffee made

Bread on table
cup stands empty

I come to worship
my voice rises in song
my heart in word

I come to worship
and I realize
this isn't about me

You bring me,
not the other way around

Your word reaches out
Your song carries on

You break the body
You fill the cup

I need to be emptied
more often than not
to make room for you.