I will serve you

Oh the great mystery of your love. 

I don't feel like I'm good enough. 

Yet you still shower me in your goodness and grace. 

Even when I'm not in a "holy" place. 

Even when I'm totally undeserving of being at your table, you throw a robe upon me and put a ring upon my finger.

 I'm not worthy of you, God. 

I'm not worthy of your love.

 But that's grace.

 That's mercy. 

You don't give according to my merits. 

You don't give based upon what's fair. 

You just give. And it's your grace that motivates me to live a more pleasing life to you.

 That's what I want. 

I want my life to be a reflection of the grace that you have freely given. 

I want grace and mercy to lead me to repentance. 

You could count my offenses. 

You could number my sins. 

They would go on forever. 

I have sinned against heaven and against you. 

I don't deserve such unlimited love. 

There's absolutely no way in which I can repay you. 

But it's not about works righteousness. 

It's not quid pro quo.

 It just is. 

It's your nature to be God and be good and to love. 

Anything less than that and you're not God. 

You are love. 

You are the highest of highs and kings of kings.
So let my life be a pleasing offering to you. 

I want to love you as you have loved me. 

You loved first so I love. 

You are my God. 

So mysterious. 

But I love you. 

I won't be able to figure it all out and I won't pretend to try. 

I will serve you until the day that I die. 

Oh my Jesus. 

Oh my Lord.

 How majestic are your ways in all the earth. 

You love me in spite of my humanity. 

You love me despite my inability to fully love you. 

But I still will try. 

I still will do my best to honor you in love and deed.