A Sunday Doxology
“Thank you” seems less than
adequate, less than
enough, less than
what my heart feels
when standing before you,
the God from whom every good thing
is a perfect gift
and nothing you give is less than
good.
If I could say thank you with
sunsets and rainbows and flaming
orange and yellow leaves
and green ones, too,
and blue skies and rain
and crisp white snow…
I would.
But I have only words,
so empty without a corresponding
life of gratitude.
And even the thought of
living out the full depth of
my thanks only confronts me
with my inadequacy, my less than
enough, my amazement when
you still accept me
and my thankful praise.
