In My Daily Walk

The perfection of worship,
Is not in the revelation
Of my own lacking;
Nor in the epiphany;
And my simple recognition,
Of His magnificent glory;
Nay, it is not even
In the songs of praise,
Powered unto heaven,
On the wings of prayer;
The perfection of worship,
Is in the bold doing,
Of His perfect will,
In my daily walk.