I praise You Lord for Your compassion. Next to You, I know nothing, but You are willing to help me see the Light.

You do this because You are sympathetic to my sorrows, fears, and insecurities. And because You can help, You do so.

Times of tears You have changed into a celebration of Your promise to forever wipe them away.

You have untied and taken away this world’s garments from  me. I no longer wear futility. I am now clothed in gladness.

You have done these things to raise me closer to You. In this way, without the clutter of the world, I can better behold You. In this way, I can better become like You.

Intimacy, such as this, is to sing praises to You and about You. The songs and words cannot be quieted. Others must know of Your concern. They must be told that You sit on high, longing to bestow change and comfort upon them too.

For this help and this privilege, My Lord, and the Light that offers changes to this present world, I will be eternally grateful.

xxx

Inspired by Psalms 30: 11, 12