I Love My God

I love my God so much; He is so precious to me. No matter what the circumstances that threaten me, He is ever my strength, my warm embrace.

He loves me with a mother-like love – unconditional, ever-present. Even if I stray, He is always willing to take me back.

He is the source of my joy, the only reason that I live. Because of Him, I hope and praise Him exuberantly.

I wave my arms and dance with vigor; My face is radiant because of all my God’s blessings and mercy.

He grants rest for my soul in the midst of the harshest turmoil. I will never be ashamed when my feet are planted on His words.

I cannot contain my excitement; I have to show it to the world. They have to know the awesome God that I serve.

He is absolutely lovely. Though I have not seen Him, His face cheers my soul; His hand draws me near; His love beckons me to His side.

What can I say about my God? His breath can unearth mountains, His voice silences nations. The world stood in silent anticipation in the beginning, And even now all the world longs for Him to bring redemption.

Even I await His glorious finale. All this life is His grand show, Scripted out according to His masterful planning and ingenious mind.

Who could dare to argue with God? Who could prove to know any better than He does? Is the One who made the human brain not capable of understanding it?

He searches deep into my soul; He sees my inmost thoughts and feelings, My deepest desires and greatest fears. He knows where I came from And He knows where I will go.

He loved me before I came to be, And it was His unfailing love that sent Him – That drove Him – to the cross. In pain, scorned, abandoned, This most loving God of all Was unloved.

I love my God so much. I love Him because He loved me first; Because He fought through all of His anguish, Despising the shame but realizing that There was a great hope He was achieving for us, A hope that was worth pursuing, Even in the face of the vilest death.

And my God is not a victim of death, But indeed He is a victor. He’s seated on high; He rose from the tomb. He’s who I’m counting on When I feel weak and afraid, For His power – His death-defeating, dynamite power – Is living and working in me, Giving me strength that I need.

When I awake in the morning, My heart belongs to God. When I lay down to sleep, His eyes watch over me. My every step has been laid out So that I might know Him more And come to treasure Him for all He is.

I desire to know You even more deeply, God, Because I have found Your love to be sweet. Even Your punishment and chastisement Serve ultimately to draw me closer to You. So prune me, refine me in the fire, Take out my impurities And help me to become a godly man, A reflection of Christ Himself, A leader of confidence and humility, Of peace and justice.

I want to be a man worthy of full respect – Gracious, well-mannered, sober-minded, Intelligent, gentle, bold, responsible, fearless; One who’s whole life is devoted to loving God With everything he has And who likewise loves others With whom he come in contact.

I want to be the kind of person Who can lead a family; Who can lead a band; A hospitable person, A caring person; Someone who take care of the sick, The imprisoned, Widows, Orphans, And the oppressed.

I never want to have a tight grip On my time, my money or my faith, But I want to give generously And help out wherever I can.

I want to have a heart like Yours, God, And it is only through You that I can accomplish this. Live through me and accomplish Your work.

Thank You. I love You so much.

Amen.

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