I praise you but cannot praise you enough. You have done everything necessary to save me from the terrible fate Satan has ready for me. You continue to struggle with me to help me win. Win over Satan and Death. Win to live and love forever. I cling to you. I fall at your feet unworthy. I sin but you save me anyway. Whatever blessing you have crowned me with, I return that crown to you. Only you, my Lord, deserve the crown.
Please forgive me when I feel sorry for myself. If I were truly dead with Christ living in me, I would have nothing left of my ego. It would be dead and gone. Give me that heroic conquest of self. The next time I start to feel sorry for myself, help me praise instead.
Thank you, Jehovah God, for your fascinating Word, the Bible filled with words to live by, act by, and love by. I learn something new and exciting nearly every day. It titillates my imagination with new truths. How can that be? I’ve been reading it so many years. I suppose ~ I know ~ that, if I could understand it all, I would be God. Each spiritual meal I have with the bread of your word gives me strength to keep living, victorious over Satan in this world he only thinks he controls. Ah, my Lord, my heart overflows and I worship you.