greater beauty.

I can see you. I can hear you. Although only a glimpse of an unimaginable, unfamiliar sight and the lowest chorus of the most glorious roar.- I only wish your fullness could I behold. However, what I see I love, what I hear I adore.- You are so far beyond what this world could express, but I can see what your hands resemble. The working of Providence so brightly displayed in Your creations and this elaborate ensemble.

Your face is like diamonds shown under millions of lightning bolts . With eyes shinning like rainbows abound, Your gaze pierces me. Your beauty I cannot turn from when I'm looking into grace Himself. But here.. now.. i stray like a harlot bride, unfaithful, untrue to her lover, her husband. I am not worthy of the earth shifting beneath my feet. I am not worthy of the trees that give me shade, or the rock that i sit upon, for even they sing unending praises to the King. Still, Satisfied.. is what I am not. It says satisfied is: In general, to fill up the measure of a want of; hence, to grafity fully the desire of; to make content;to supply to the full, or so far as to give contentment with what is wished for. But still, I cannot be satisfied in You, because I want more of You, I desire to know and love you deeper, I wish to fear you more, I yearn to learn more of who You are. I long to worship you, and glorify you with my life... but continuously i fail.. i fall short of the throne.. I believe only in death when i can fully understand and see Your beauty, where being held in Your arms is all the time, and where I am finally home will I be truly satisfied. Expose Yourself to me, let me see just a glimpse of Your veil, or an arch in Your holy hands. Allow me to run my hand upon your halo of brilliant light, show me more of who You are. All I see is what I know... and You are so much greater... unimaginable, unfathomable. Praise You beautiful. 

Today, when I walk into the doors of the church, I ask You to send Your spirit upon us in heart wrenching POWER. I pray that all walls will fall so when we worship You we sing to the heavens, and when we cry Your name its a whole hearted cry directly to Your throne. As the Creator of all things that our good I ask that you enhance our worship, make it better and more heart felt and all about You Father, Yahweh, make our worship greater than it was the last time. Create new wants and praises in our prayers, that we pray for the world, and pray for Your glory instead of for ourselves.