Mercy

Mercy seems so foreign to me. 

I just can't understand it. 

I can try to comprehend it but I always fall short. 

God, thank you giving me something I don't deserve. I

 don't know why you blessed me, but I am so thankful. 

You really are so good to me. 

You've given me a loving family, a roof over my head, a bed, and all my essentials. 

Sure, I could want more but you give me all I need.

Oh Lord, you are so kind to me. 

As I approach this season of giving thanks, I must remember you who's given me so much. 

You've trusted me with so many talents and gifts, and it would be foolish to not remember the one who gave me life. 

You formed me in the womb and you breathed into my nostrils. 

You are the author of my salvation. 

And I have no hesitation in saying, God is so good. 

Though I might not always have you in my heart and mind, I am in yours and you keep reaching out to me in my troubled days. 

And as I get older in age keep reaching out to me. 

Keep pursuing me. 

I love to be chased. 

You are my romancer. 

You are my groom. 

My God my God. 

You are so wonderful in every sense of the word and you have shown me mercy. 

Me, a sinner.

 I don't deserve any of the gifts that you lavish on me, but you still give them. 

Thank you Lord for all that you are and all that you do. 

I will not forget you. 

Nor do I want to. 

I've tasted from the fountain of your living water and I thirst no more.

 I have eaten the bread that has been broken for me and I hunger no more. 

Oh my Jesus. 

Oh my redeemer. 

You show such mercy.