Context: A few days ago, just before I began to be ill with Covid, I woke around 5am, and was surprised by the arrival of this prayer, which gradually unfolded over the space of about an hour:
Come, let us worship and bow down. Let us kneel before the LORD our maker (Psalm 95:6; NLT).
You are my Maker,
My spirit,
My soul;
You are my source,
And my way,
And my goal.
You are my Pattern,
My body,
My blood;
You are my mind,
And my heart,
And my love.
You are my Master,
My strength,
And my breath;
You are my grief,
And my pain,
And my death.
You are my Shepherd,
My staff,
And my rod;
You are my life,
And my Lord,
And my God.
“My Lord and my God!” Thomas exclaimed