God, I’m humbled to be able to even think
Much less speak
Of your presence.
O how my heart rejoices
When I open my mind,
When I open my heart,
When I open the depths of my being,
And orient them to your presence,
When your presence becomes the subject
Of the sentences of my soul,
Nothing excites me more.
O, for your presence to be
The syntax and grammar of my life.
How I yearn for insight
Regarding your wants and desires.
How I long to know of them
So that I might please you.
Bless you, O God,
For endowing your creation with the ability
To even think about your presence.