Thank You, Jesus

Thank You, Jesus

I wish I could express

How Beautiful You are

You fill this whole world with life

The Universe with stars

Each and every whisper

That rustles any leaf
Before it ever touches us

From Your Mouth it leaves

Everything that sparkles

With the gleam of precious life

Was put here by Your Mighty Hand

And is guided by Your Sight

Nothing ever had to exist
Yet You made it all to be

So, Thank You, Jesus, for the gift

Of simply being me

I mentioned before that we were supposed to write a Psalm of our own. Well, this is mine. I had several different ones, some of which, (well, actually… Most of which) ended up being more personal, and to post it for the world to see would be sort of along the lines of allowing you to read a personal letter between me and a friend. But I felt fine sharing this one. You see sometimes I just love that I exist. Not in an,” I’m amazing. This world would totally stink if it weren’t for me” way… I mean I’m just me. But that sentence? I’m… Me! I’m alive! I love that some times.
            And the fact that the God Who created all of... everything? He saw that there were places in this world that I would fill up. He saw it fit that… I exist. That I live, and breathe, and make stupid mistakes, and hurt, and lean on Him to heal, and in some way touch the tiny corner of the world that He’s placed me in… Sometimes, I feel honored to be alive. Existing makes me happy. And that’s where this poem comes from, because there have been many times where I’ve gone outside, lifted my face up to the sky, spread out my arms wide, and just said, “Thank You, Jesus…” He knows what I mean….and now you do too.