Psalm of Thanks
Thank you for your Grace. Your Grace Oh God is something that baffles my heart. I don’t know how to receive it god. You are amazing.
If there was a way to merit your approval, I would strive for it God. But then my insides would die for the lack of the warmth that comes from your unreasonable Love. If I could somehow prove myself to you, that I am really worth your time and energy, then yeah; I would be safely in control of my salvation and its tangibility. But I would be saved for nothing but a desk with my name on it in the eternal office of job-security; barely working enough hours a week to get my rightly deserved paycheck of forgiveness for the next two weeks’ amount of sins. I would have to carefully budget and spend my forgiveness sparingly in case of an unexpected blow-out expense of weakness.
And me oh my~
To ever go into debt of the heart. What a hole to dig myself out of.
But it is my hole. MY debt. And I started this; I have to get myself out of this.
My mind is determined on this “truth”. But my heart longs for more-
There HAS to be more; because I will die if this chasm of empty works continues on in a crowded-over flowingly-empty state.
The hardest things to receive are the very things I need the most.
A canyon is made for a river to fill it.
Even if I don’t deserve your love God,
I was made for it, and I need it.
j~ | 
