I love my God who is always ready to listen,
The one who holds the world up with one hand,
Is the one who stops everything to listen to me,
I never think for a minute that I am an inconvenience,
Welcome is the first word that is spoken,
My every word treasured and heard,
Holding my one precious life in holy awe.
When I was wandering lost in the pits of despair,
“Alone” the biggest lie constantly spoken,
Trapped by a wily foe who wielded kindness
As his weapon of choice that sought to first disarm,
then confuse and finally used to destroy anything –
that is beautiful or treasured or hoped for.
When nothing was left that was trustworthy,
I put my trust in God, totally,
All of my tears were wiped by the softest touch,
Of a hand that desired to touch my deep pain,
When my body was wracked by sobs,
My entire body trembling as I wept daily,
The hand with the soft touch,
Was also the hand that lifted me into life,
The miracle of renewal was his gift to me.
I bring my praise this morning as an offering,
To my God who will treasure every word,
My promises are easy to say and hard to live,
But, I seek God in every sacred vow I make,
Set free to declare it boldly to anyone who listens,
Hear my praise this morning Lord!
As I join with those who celebrate with me today.