Information may inform the mind, but revelation sets a heart on fire.

In the end, worship can never be a performance, something you're pretending or putting on. It's got to be an overflow of your heart...Worship is about getting personal with God, drawing close to God.

The heart of God loves a persevering worshipper who, though overwhelmed by many troubles, is overwhelmed even more by the beauty of God.

We can always find a reason to praise. Situations change for better and for worse, but God's worth never changes.

Praise is a contradiction of pride. Pride says 'looks at me,' but praise longs for people to see Jesus.

As we gaze upon the wonders of creations, we look up towards the heights of a God who is merciful in His ways and magnificent in His deeds. The life of worship always points us upwards.

Christian worship must contain both the cross and the crown. Sing of majesty, and sing of mercy.

God first seeks devotion to Him in the hidden place–worship when no one else is watching.

Worship songs can't just be rooted in culture - they won't be deep enough. They have to be rooted in scripture.

The revelation of God is the fuel for the fire of our worship

And on that day when my strength is failing; the end draws near and my time has come. Still my soul will sing Your praise unending ten thousand years and then forevermore

I found there are many things women ask for in a love. Other women demand money, power, or adventure. All I pray for is that he is patient, and plead that he will love me.

Your levellers wish to level down as far as themselves but they cannot bear levelling up to themselves.

I'm learning how to live in the present and be grateful for what's working rather than look for the 'what's not working' piece.

What we need is a theology of salvation that begins and ends with a recognition of every person's hunger for glory.

I believe that poetry is a primal impulse within us all.

When the rhythm and night ride, no heart can hide.

I like to be surprised. The best writing is when it defies me, when it starts going a different way than I had planned.

Honor is the moral conscience of the great.

This blessèd plot, this earth, this realm, this England This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, . . . This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land.