A typical Sunday morning

the 7 ams
and the prayer walks
and the cold frosty mornings
the practices
the chord sheets
and the microphone checks
the guitar, the amps
the drum kits, the stands
the electric and the bass
warming the keys
and approaching the synth
with reluctant hands
the tall man leads
with sharpened ears
and sharpened tongue
he grins from ear to ear
his laughter surrounding him
yet we are ready
for his commands
the early birds, the incoming crowd
the shuffling of feet
their voices ready
the straightening of papers, postures,
and demeanors
the quieting of hearts
and the whispers of prayers
lifted
somehow amidst the bustle
and awakening
God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit show up
and HE is worshipped.