Thankfulness

I want to soar heavenwards,

To lift my head upwards,

To see from a great height,

With a sense of delight,

To gaze upon heaven and earth,

And get a sense of its worth,

To be enthralled by what I see,

The most holy, times three,

The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

To worship to the uttermost.

And to find out who I am,

Through beholding the lamb.

Holy Holy Holy the angels proclaim.

And give glory to his wondrous name,

Prostrate on my face, I fall,

Realising I am so small,

Incomparable greatness,

Exposing my innateness,

Opening up my heart with ease,

For he has all the keys.

Into his loving arms, I fall,

Hearing his tender, heartfelt call.

My heart leaps with adoration,

As I hear his affirmation.

He calls me his beloved son,

Reminding me of what he’s done.

By his shed blood on the cross,

To fathom, I’m at a loss.

Grateful I can only submit,

And my heart gladly commit.

To him for eternity be,

Indebted naturally.