Heart of Worship

When the music fades
And all is stripped away
And I simply come

Longing just to bring
Something that's of worth
That will bless Your heart

I'll bring You more than a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You have required

You search much deeper within
Through the way things appear
You're looking into my heart

I'm coming back to the heart of worship
And it's all about You
It's all about You, Jesus

I'm sorry, Lord for the thing I've made it
And it's all about You
It's all about You, Jesus

King of endless worth
No one could express
How much You deserve

Though I'm weak and poor
All I have is Yours
Every single breath

It's all about You...

I really wish I could find the sheet musci to this song. I'd really like to play this on the piano, but all I can find are guitar tabs. The people that play this on youtube don't provide sheet music either.

Religion

At dinner one night, my dad asked me if I believe in God. A girl who use to be a Sunday School leader is now unsure of how to answer this question.

Do I believe in God? As I grow and learn more about people, society, history, and the world, more and more evidence has appeared on the subject of religion. How do I know what to trust and what not to?

Sure, I believe in a higher power. I believe that there are things in the world that is out of my control. I believe that someone is in charge of everything. I also believe that everything happens for a reason, good or bad. We don't always know what that reason is, but there always is one.

There are psychological research done on epilepsy and how it is related to religious beliefs. I know that The Da Vinci Code is fictional, but it makes people unsure of what's really there. It makes me wonder if the Christian religion actually exists.

When I heard the song Doubting Thomas by Nickle Creek, I felt so connected to it. Almost like it was exactly how I felt. Especially the bridge. "Can I be used to help others find truth when I'm scared I'll find proof that it's a lie? Can I be led down a trail dropping breadcrumbs to proof I'm not ready to die?" And the chorus "I'm a doubting Thomas, I can't keep my promises, cause I don't know what's safe. Oh me of little faith."

Oh, me of little faith. I want to have faith, but I don't know what I can and cannot believe. How do I ever know what's real and what's not? How do I decide? Or is that just what faith is, to believe something even without proof of it's actual existance? To trust, to worship?

Doubting Thomas

What will be left when I've drawn my last breath

Besides the folks I've met and the folks who've known me

Will I discover a soul-saving love

Or just the dirt above and below me

I'm a doubting Thomas

I took a promise

But I do not feel safe

Oh me of little faith

Sometimes I pray for a slap in the face

Then I beg to be spared cause I'm a coward

If there's a master of death

I bet he's holding his breath

As I show the blind and tell the deaf about his power

I'm a doubting Thomas

I can't keep my promises

Cause I don't know what's safe

Oh me of little faith

Can I be use to help others find truth

When I'm scared I'll find proof that it's a lie

Can I be led down a trail dropping bread crumbs

That prove I'm not ready to die

Please give me time to decipher the signs

Please forgive me for time that I've wasted

I'm a doubting Thomas

I'll take your promise

Though I know nothing's safe

Oh me of little faith