The birds fly amidst Your grace.
The clouds swirl and form under Your glory.
Even the smallest weed stretches up to honor Your name.
Your love forever amazes my inmost being.
Your admiration for this land and its creatures.
You created us for Your worship and exaltation,
And yet, our selfishness wars against Your very nature.
The depth of Your grace, my soul cannot fathom.
The expanse of Your forgiveness, my heart can’t comprehend.
The height of Your patience, my mind cannot see.
Even this inward flesh, I seem unable to bend.
Oh God, consume this humanness of which I live.
Burn a fire inside by Your holiness and by Your grace.
Melt away all the pride, the hatred and the insolence.
Even then, can I possibly hope to look upon Your face?
Penned – MG – 4/25/01