I could say that everyday and still never come close to what's really going on in my heart.
But I guess that's a start.
Doxology.
Giving praises to whom it's due and all my praises are directed to you. You and only you have given me life when I was dying. When I was down you picked me up.
When I was losing you were fighting for me. You have already won the war, but there's a battle that you continue to fight for me.
Thank you. Thank you. Again I say thank you.
You are so marvelous and beautiful and fantastic and awesome.
You placed the stars in the sky yet you know my name.
You care about the grades I get on tests.
Where I should invest.
What outfit to wear.
And all those silly cares of mine.
What I'm saying is that you have so much on your plate yet you still find time to listen to me.
You're never too busy to hear about my day.
I just wish I could say the same. I wish I wasn't too busy that I couldn't listen to your day and how you want me to live.
God, I just want to see things the way you see them. Remove my biases and prejudices and naïveté. Help me to see you along the way and to forget not your benefits.
You are worth it all. Any word or expression pale in comparison to what I should really be saying.
I want to exclaim how I'm feeling but I can't explain what I'm feeling.
All I know is that I love you.
All I know is that I need you in my life.
I may not be eloquent but I hope that this is sufficient.
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