My Father, Divine Creator, Lover of the Written Word,
Take me to a place where stars dance and rocks cry, of time suspended and colors unidentified, to race with angels and twirl on the glittering sea.
Remove me from myself and guide me. Surprise me. Delightfully surprise me.
Trembling, I bow at your feet, asking to glimpse the shadows of your Glory and live to tell about it.
Pour Your Beauty, Your Mystery, into these empty, open hands.
And whether one word or many is captured here, let me end wanting, knowing and loving You more. May You find this offering — my worship — acceptable in Your sight.
In Jesus’ Precious Name I pray,