Thank You for touching me
When I’d grown numb from disappointments;
For pulling me up from the pit of depression;
For cutting me out of the belly of hopelessness;
For wrestling me from the arms of despair.
Father, I’m parched.
I’m thirsty, when by all indications I should be drowning.
I’m famished, when I really feel I should be utterly stuffed now.
How is it Father, that ripples on these waters still rattle me?
Why do I stumble now, when I was doing alright just a while earlier?
How am I baffled now, when I felt I understood this not long ago?
Father, please, help me; For it would be a shame to get lost, in such familiar territory.
Father, forgive my stubbornness, my presumptuousness, my irreverence, my ingratitude. It was never my intention to take Your love for granted, or ignore Your presence. You’ve been good to me, but I wanted more of I know not what. I’d set my eyes on a distant point of this map I drew when I felt You weren’t looking. It’s a brilliant plan, if I do say so myself. But you pointed out a flaw to me; it takes away Your glory, whilst assuming Your presence. You didn’t laugh to my hearing, but I felt the trembling anyway.
Father, I’ve gotten a glimpse of Your plan for me, but it’s got a lot of redacted lines, entire sections are blurred into inscrutability. As thrilling as this may seem, curiousity gets my mind in a bind, and anxiety gets my heart in a knot, because every legible line reads like a cliffhanger. You know I trust You Father, and I know I don’t always act like I do trust You; Please help me work on that; But sometimes, sometimes I just need You to tell me clearly that everything will be alright.
Thank you Father, for a wonderful day and a glorious future. I don’t say this to flaunt my faith, but to take a hold of Your faithfulness.
Like incense, let the fragrance of this sacrifice of worship rise
Beyond the reach of my voice and words, even my thoughts and imaginations.
Like rain, let Your blessings fall on this parched existence I call my own
Soaking deeper than I can reach, enough to overflow, spread and stretch
Further than I can see, or hear, or broadly estimate, much less predict.
Father, You deserve more than I give;
And I give far less than I can;
Because I have far more to give than I know;
Instruct me, on all You’ve placed in me;
That I may learn, to truly give all I am.
I will hold on to Your promises,
Believing them to be true,
Knowing You will come through,
For Your faithfulness has been the talk of ages.
Father, why do You feel so far,
When I know You are so close?
Why does this trouble look so overwhelming,
When I know that nothing is beyond You?
Why do I feel so down Lord,
When I know You’ve got such good and perfect plans for me?
Why, oh why, do I cry out so much,
When I know You’ve borne all my shame and distress?
Seconds pass and moments go by,
Hunger passes and sleep comes to an end,
Happiness is fleeting and sadness abides only for awhile,
But you Lord are everlasting.
So with our transient presence here,
Father, grant us the grace to worship.
Like the stars across the heavens let our praises be-
In multitude and in beauty.