Restless

None, O Lord, that I could ever say be pleasing to You. I fail as I open my mouth.

What makes me deserving of proclaiming Your love to others? Is it my grammatical prowess? My ability in choosing words?

Lord, even if I do have them, none will ever be enough to contain Your goodness. Even if I do have them, may I be reminded that Your sovereign hands are the instruments that shepherds, not mine. Even if I do have them, may my mouth utter love, rather than beating people up as I look down on them. Continue reading