“And I looked, and I heard the voice of many angels around the throne, the living creatures, and the elders; and the number of them was then thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands, saying with a loud voice ‘worthy is the Lamb who was slain to receive power and riches and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and blessing!’”  Revelation 5:11-12

I closed my eyes and worshipped, praising and honoring and glorifying.  I felt a hunger for His presence I hadn’t felt in a long time.  I didn’t want to ask for anything, I didn’t want to cry out for deliverance from trouble or healing of sickness or any other reason.  I was famished for God, just Him, not what He could do for me.

“For Your Name is Holy, Holy, Lord.  Yes, Your Name is Holy, Holy, Lord…”

My voice trailed off, the music on the CD player becoming louder in my ears, though I hadn’t touched the volume.  I felt like I was becoming a part of the praise, not just a mouth pouring out the words.  I could picture myself in the midst of a vast multitude of people, my two hands with thousands of others, all raised to the Lord, my voice with their voices melting into one great instrument of worship to Jesus.  I could feel it to my deepest parts.

Before I knew it, I was no longer singing, but weeping, tears pouring down my face like a cleansing river.  I had just experienced an incredibly intimate time with my Lord.  I had wanted to run to the throne, fall at His feet and worship like I’ve never worshipped before.  I felt like I had.  I felt full, peaceful and blessed.

I have re-read scripture passages about the vast numbers of worshippers before the throne of God.  After my worship experience that day, I find myself more and more wanting to be a part of it. I want to truly see His face. I feel those hunger pangs for the move of the Spirit over me and long to feel my heart touching the Lord’s.  I want to throw every part of myself into that sea of worship, one tiny drop in the great ocean of God’s praise.