Oh Lord, our God.
I do not know how to express
For your generosity, your love
For showing us favor.
Shall I use my energy to dance?
To paint a picture: swirling rainbows and splashes of gold?
Would it be best if I sang a song?
Do I share someone else’s words or write my own?
What if I come into your Presence
Kick off my shoes at the door and run
Throw my crown at your feet
Press my face to the floor and whisper,
My heart is full of wonder and joy and
Phrases like “But I don’t deserve this.”
You know me so well
And you speak to me still.