Lord, how can I express my joy?
My joy of you being around.
Your love is more than a mother's to a newborn
Your gentleness greater than a molecule's swishing.
Your pull more than the strongest man.
Your glory grander than the rising sun.
I ask you "how long until your work is fulfilled among the nations?", and you reply "a little while".
I ask who you are and you say "I Am".
I question of you why you would save a wretch like me, and you say "blessed are the poor in spirit."
Who can comprehend your greatness?
How can the fanciful words of great philosophers describe your being.
May the wonders of your hands be heard to the ends of the universe.
May the spheres of the second heaven be proclaiming your song even unto their oblivion.
May the morning star shine for thee.
May the people worship thee in your church without contempt
May they show joy at pain.
May their kindness and evangelism spread from the valleys to the mountains,
From the persecutors to the persecuted.
And so the world be united in peace forever and ever.
Amen.