Just as I thought following Your wishes I find my way to wonders beyond my own repair.  Every care I have entered in quiet moments to the Father though many in tearful whispers, spoken into my hands were understood and answered.  My failures are but the rock strewn hills I must climb to reach a better view of Glory.  There is no other life for me but in service to the Father, through the Son, by the Holy Spirit.  I was made for this.

Teach me to be kind, and reconsider my rebuke or slow forgiveness.  Show me the ways of mercy, acceptance and joy without respect to natural limitation.  Guide me to understanding of my true citizenship and show me how to love my Brothers without restraint, complaint or requirement.  As the dawn approaches from its patient rest, I find myself considering things beyond this precisely crafted script.  What is to be of me at the foot of a Throne where I might behold the Voice of Thunder?  How will my ears find that mesmerizing sound of praising saints and angels entwined in honored worship?  Will I be consumed or will there be yet a yearning to speak with him perpetually?  How will I serve?

My footsteps here fall fainter each turning of the sun.  I have less impact for my intentions and my head is full of calling, heraldry and pregnant thinking.  Veils are stripped or torn asunder, revealing something I hoped for but never expected.  Prayers for this nation provoke my tears, pleading safety and comfort for the elderly, sick and dying.  Seeing children in their special light brighter than the day.  Thank you Lord for the opportunity to make some things right before they fester.  I praise You with all my heart and song.  God be blessed in the resounding Name of Jesus Christ the Lord of Glory.  Amen.