Yesterday I stirred at 6am, and all I wanted was to go back to sleep. My bed was blissfully warm and comfortable, but today’s prayer began to nag insistently in my mind until I forced myself to wake fully and discover what it wanted to say. To my great surprise, it turned out to be this wide-awake, effervescent song of praise:
“My Lord and my God!” Thomas exclaimed (John 20:28; NLT).
My Lord, my God; my flesh, my blood:
You fill my body with your love.
My Lord, my God; my bread, my wine:
You make my sinful mind your shrine.
My Lord, my God, my strength, my prayer:
You teach my hard, cold heart to care.
My Lord, my God, my sword, my shield:
You touch my soul, and I am healed.
My Lord, my God, my everything:
You make my spirit dance and sing!
People in Zion will dance as they sing, “Everything I am has its source in you” (Psalm 87:7; TIB).