I am naught but Praise unto God

All I want to do is worship Christ. I want to worship Him in my backyard where no-one can bother me. I want to worship Christ as I walk down a dirt road with my son to visit a brother and his boy and shoot guns and kill rats while our wives worship Him as they’re drinking tea after canning weeks worth of food with our daughters who are now playing outside in the sun giggling and squealing in delight. I want my body to be a living door of the Church. The Temple that God created in an incomprehensible instant in His Own Image. Heavenly Father Artist Divine the One who speaks form out of the formless and light and darkness both out of the absence of anything at all, I praise You with all my being.

All I want to do is worship Christ. I want to worship Him in the mediocrity of my sin and this fallen world. I want to worship Christ as I stumble through trying to make the most of life’s challenges. I want to worship Him as I fight with my wife and struggle with the calling of leadership, as I struggle with what it means to be Christ like as mere man. I want to worship Christ as I deal with my station and lot of living as a sinner struggling to sin no more among sinners as we all sin some more in one way or t’other over and over again. Heavenly Father Merciful and Righteous, the One who pours out His mercies in simply giving me another breath, I praise You with all my being.

All I want to do is worship Christ. I want to worship Him in boldness and fearlessness as a dead man come alive and ready resolute to die again. I want to worship Christ no matter how many times I must die to my self. I want to worship Him as I rear up precious little blessings in full glory, honor, homage, and all consuming love for Him. I want to worship Christ as I die for my bride as Christ died for us, as I lead a family in a world that will spitefully use me at any given opportunity. I want to worship Him as I pray for those who know not what they do. I want to worship Christ as I help build His kingdom in fulfillment of the Victory He has already won over satan and satan’s synagogue.

In my dreams I will worship you oh Lord Jesus. In my despair I will worship you my King. In my triumph I will worship you oh Son of God. And in my terror I will worship you the Prince of Peace.

For you are with me always unto the end. In every moment I feel alone and spit upon, I can call on you, and you are already there. Lord, Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner. Have mercy for my lack of faith in You as I go about my business as if I am in control. As I wallow in any given little meagre moment of self-pity and contempt.

Lord Jesus, I pray to be Your Love embodied. I pray to be intolerant of evil and a steward of good. I pray to be a husband, father, brother, son that reflects your Kingship. Lord Jesus Christ, I pray to be naught but Praise unto You as I live the plan You have for me.

Amen.