Father, my praise for you is larger than I may contain it threatens to tear the packaging and escape.  Give me words, songs, dance and works consistent with the overwhelming joy and awe I have for You.  My knees are a comfortable place in Your presence, for that humility is not an offering but something You deserve.  I am a poor vehicle for describing Glory.  Give me sayings beyond my talent, harmonies reserved for the tenants of heaven.  I would sing to my Family of glimpses beyond the limitations of humanity, providing light and hope that there is indeed something past simple existence.  I would see the joy in their hearts kindled by a knowledge of Your indescribable Sovereignty.

What then am I a man seeking a position beyond his station, content with his place in this world but attempting to describe things beyond current understanding?  What is that state where I cry out to Your Spirit for the Way?  Put my songs to voice, a voice that is pure enough to gain audience to a throne that supports the Creator of all things.  I know you love me Lord but I am an unclean thing, forgiven yes, but still suffering from the realization of my internal filth.  Thank you for letting me sit here at Your feet today, I promise I have been listening, but now I wish to express my love for you in a way beyond myself.  May I escape me for a moment and sing a new song for my King?

My works are poor artifice for the overwhelming joy You’ve given me.  My obedience simply love for you expressed in understanding that You made me specifically for the edification of Your Kingdom.  If I had a drum I play for you, but this voice is all that I have and I pray that it finds favor in Your counsel today.  Perhaps these tears of joy will make a song as they strike the crystal sea before Your throne?  My words fail but my heart feels something for my words are insufficient in expression.  Perhaps you will bless me with the method to let people hear that mirth?  I am overjoyed in You.  In the Mighty Name of Jesus.