First time here?

I wrote this a couple Sundays ago. As the Holy Spirit filled the house we were worshiping in (that day it was my friend Josh's), I couldn't help but write this down. I felt it was the first time I had experienced this feeling, (even though I had felt it before) and felt compelled to write it that way.
Even before we "begin," by the standards of many, all the people, all beautiful, gather their vioces in many chords. Without anyone truly intending to, there is a beautiful song that comes. This is called communion, or common union, a truly spiritual experience that many not experiencing it could easily mistake it for regular conversation. It sounds beautiful, truly, if you listen closely.
After communion, someone reads from a leather-bound book that has, for centuries, been called the Holy Bible. Holy it is, indeed. Every word has monumental significance to what one's spirit might feel at the time. The reader finishes, and someone calls out the name of a song. Such euphonious beauty flows from every spirit around, and harmonies echo in everyone's hearts. Knowing we worship a worthy, caring, loving God, beyond description, we praise ferverently, not sparing one section of our heart from God. Everyone feels His touch. His presence is more potent than anyone can fathom, but despite our inability to imagine
His power, we know He's there. We are His. All our possesions are His. We are here for Him. He loves us. His Spirit touches ours. A touch which has unimaginable power, and gives indescribable feelings, forcing us toawe and marvel at His beauty. He is God. Even before we "begin," we are His. Join the Kingdom.