My last repentance

I opened the door of the church at late night after I turn the key ninety degrees to the left, and my heart of ninety-eight point six doubles in fear of the Lord. To amplify a personal setting with Him, I dim the lights and crank some worship tunes in my away from home "prayer closet" (which also happens to be the house of the Lord) to kick the discomfort of silence. I fall to my knees in the presence of the Lord, for I cannot support the weight of my heart. I speak. I cry. I shout. I fall. I lay.