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I was talking to some of our worship team members several months ago about how worship is our way of communicating with God. Furthermore, there are different languages whereby God's people have communicated with God. In more recent days, there has been a shift in the language of the American church - moving from the more stately, glorified sound of organ and choir to sing an anthem to God to the campy, intimate sounds of guitar and a little rhythm from drums or keyboard. And, even more recently, the language has become more ardent and intense - complete with more power riffs and passionate singing and playing.

Allow me to give you a sample of the three different styles - all based off the classic hymn 'Take My Life and Let it Be', which we will sing in a few weeks.

Here is the classic version:



Here is a newer, slightly altered, with more room for honest, intimate expression:



Notice how the song picks up as it moves further and further into the prayer.

And here is a modern, rather rough version. This has been heavily altered. Beware, this is LOUD.



Wow. See, I told you it was loud.

Okay, so here's my question: which one do you prefer? What language do you speak?

Wes
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