No words

There are some seasons of the soul that we approach God in worship and find ourselves without words to employ. Perhaps our sin has robbed us of our voice. Perhaps it is sorrow. Perhaps it is loss.
There are other times that we find ourselves with the same problem (no words), but its because God has opened our eyes to see some facet of his beauty or bigger picture of his plan that has left us speechless.

Paul says something of this in Romans 11.33, "Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and His ways past finding out!"
The verse is telling us that when you dive into the character of God, you never touch bottom. I've meditated on that verse as of late and have asked myself the question: "what does it mean to relate to God in worship?"
I came across a quote this weekend that helped me in putting words to my thoughts.
Although the quote doesn't define what we would consider "normative/ normal" worship, it does remind us that God's Spirit sometimes chooses to pull back the veil and open our eyes to the startling wonder of who God is. My prayer is that we will collectively be ravished by His beauty in a way that words fail us.

The quote is from AW Tozer (1898-1963)

Webster's Unabridged Dictionary lists 550,000 words. And it is a solemn and beautiful thought that in our worship of God there sometimes rush up from the depths of our souls feelings that all this wealth of words is not sufficient to express. To be articulate at certain times we are compelled to fall back upon "Oh!" or "O!"--a primitive exclamatory sound that is hardly a word at all and that scarcely admits of a definition.

Vocabularies are formed by many minds over long periods and are capable of expressing whatever the mind is capable of entertaining. But when the heart, on its knees, moves into the awesome Presence and hears with fear and wonder things not lawful to utter, then the mind falls flat, and words, previously its faithful servants, become weak and totally incapable of telling what the heart hears and sees. In that awful moment the worshiper can only cry "Oh!" And that simple exclamation becomes more eloquent than learned speech and, I have no doubt, is dearer to God than any oratory.
From his book, Born After Midnight, p. 84-85.