Postmoderndisco:
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation
O my soul, praise Him, for He is my health and salvation
All ye who hear; now to his temple draw near
Praise Him in glad adoration

NAK:
How mindful, considerate: mind so deliberate
The Spirit in the finger to the spindle, and the synthesis
Constituents consist of all space, time, and matter
Despite the infinite, to Him, my life is all that matters
Flattery invalid; all the glory’s the entitlement
Violent advancement of the kingdom through discipleship
Battle not with weapons... knife and shining sniper
We battle with a harp, synthesizer, and a cipher
Beautiful the drama that unfurled upon the world
How mortality was worthless and the tragedy was killed
Unsuitable insurgents... birthed from out the dirt
Became anointed for the purpose of your majesty fulfilled
Master. Peace. Action. Speaks
Louder than the sermons and the parable that reach
Into the heart of the oppressed; it cries when it beats:
Passion of a Father- how he’d die for His sheep

And now the sea’s partition with affection
And the storm now ceases to alarm me
You forgive the criminals, and reenlist me, the defector
Place your own robe around me and you arm me
There is none that can parallel your artistry
There is nothing more beautiful and Holy
We are mere image bearers like a mirror
Representing but a sliver of your eminence; insulting
Like broken alabaster pottery; I lack in comprehension
Necessary introspection to explain Your definition
Of an offering; my righteousness is garbage
Worship isn’t worship if humility’s in bondage
So give it all, not just the fruit, but the roots
The air up in this room... the lyrics and the booth
The tears and in gloom, the fears and near the tomb-
...This is the adoration in the Spirit and the Truth...
Now let’s practice