Worship (a song based on Isaiah 58)

I came across this beautiful song on Youtube yesterday and plan to play it in our worship service today.  In particular, I'm struck by the lines, "Are my praises so loud that they drown out the cries? Do I fail to stoop down because my hands are raised too high? Are my eyes shut so tight when I pray I won't see? Am I worshiping God for only me?"  Do we worship God primarily for our own benefit or for God's?  Do we worship God primarily for our benefit or for the benefit of others?  Is what we do on Sunday mornings (or whenever we "gather for worship") any more "worshipful" than when we serve others in the name of God?  It seems to me that the Old Testament prophets, the authors of James and 1 John, and Jesus himself made it pretty clear that if we are not seeking justice and living justly that our worship may not be all that worshipful. 

Worship (based on Isaiah 58)
by Shirley Booth
http://unmasking.blogspot.com/

It seems so far away, the thought of suffering, hunger and need.

Lord, we're so comfortable. They're only pictures on the TV screen.

Oh, we fast but we know we can eat the next day

and we travel to church in a car.

There are carpets to comfort our knees as we pray

and no danger in being what we are.

Are my praises so loud that they drown out the cries?

Do I fail to stoop down because my hands are raised too high?

Are my eyes shut so tight when I pray I won't see?

Am I worshiping God for only me?

You say that worshiping, Lord,

is more like something I should do with my life.

Not just at Sunday school.

No Lord, you're calling me to put these things right.

There are hungry to feed.

I have so much to spare.

For the naked and downtrodden too.

So much hurting around me.

Please help me to care.

Lord I want to start worshiping you.

But are my praises so loud that they drown out the cries?

Do I fail to stoop down because my hands are raised too high?

Are my eyes shut so tight when I pray I won't see?

Am I worshiping God for only me?

You make me shine like the sun

and your glory will shelter me.

When I cry out, you come.

You restore me Lord.

Setting me free.

But are my praises so loud that they drown out the cries?

Do I fail to stoop down because my hands are raised too high?

Are my eyes shut so tight when I pray I won't see?

Am I worshiping God for only me?