Perception

A Prayer

Lord You hear my prayers. When I call on You, You answer. What have I done to deserve You? I have gone through rebellion and tried to deny you as my Father. But You now call me Your child. Why? As a father on earth enjoys teaching his children what he knows, so You joyfully teach me. When I simply seek an answer trusting in Your wisdom, You always lead me to it. I look back and see all that I've gained and am astonished. Lord to think about anything but You and Your way is futile. To try and gain wisdom without You would only make me a fool. I observe every aspect of Your creation and see, that with incomparable wisdom You created everything. You even made Your creation in such a way to show us Your wisdom.

What excuse could anyone make for denying You? Your fingerprint is everywhere. I can't see, do, think, or even dream anything without You there; whether You are there and I'm denying it, or You are there and I'm accepting You. With all the questions You have answered I am left with one I can't find an answer to. Why do You love? In all Your perfection and faithfulness You still cradle me in Your arms with compassionate words that the spirit understands. You have given me the world freely, as if I somehow earned it. Lord I am left flabbergasted and perplexed. Why are You so completely loving; Inside and out, there isn't anything in You lacking even an infinitely small speck of love. No word can explain Your completeness. No created mind can perceive it. It is an eternal question, one that has no perceivable answer. It leaves everyone in the furthest extent of awe and reverence if they try to fully grasp. I ask You to let me understand Your love for me, and Your answer is simply more love. Lord if Your answer wasn't so beautifully complete it would aggravate me to my death. To search all my life for reasoning in Your wholeness getting no answer other than more love!

Lord how wonderfully mysterious You are. To a once inconsiderate child like me You overwhelm with never ending gifts. Your vast storehouse of perfect presents has no walls for it is unlimited! I can say only one thing; You deserve all the credit, You have my humble gratitude. If words could follow the notes in my heart, they would lead everyone to knowing You. If the abundance of love given to me were divided between everyone in the world, not one would need anything more. If eternity is spent doing nothing other than praising You, what more could any body or soul hope for? Knowing You personally means gaining more than anyone's best rendering of imagination. Sorrow clutches my heart to fathom what the opposite would mean. To know You Lord is to fear not knowing.

What hope is there without? What joy is there separate from You? What freedom from guilt and shame is there away from God? To be separated, consumed by loveless ness, hopelessness, sorrow, shame, and guilt, what greater punishment is there? Dare I ask? Truly, to know You is to fear not knowing You. I feel lost pondering this. I praise You for lifting me up! I praise You for never putting me down. How many stories does it take to contain Your love? Is it possible? How many words does it take to share Your love? With these questions I ask myself, I catch a glimpse of the fact that You are Love! You have given me more than I could possibly ask. Likewise I see in You that it is better to give than to receive; You never stop giving! All praise is due You; the Giver of all. In You there is all life. If my pen and paper were in a race with my heart, surely my heart would win. What can stand against praises to You? What has the right? Receive my praises in Jesus name. Amen