Oh God, my
God.
What a
privilege to call you such. You are not just an impersonal deity bent on
controlling the fates in your favor, caring only for people because of what
they can do for you.
No.
You are my God. You are my Savior come to free
me. My Redeemer come to purchase me back from an enemy and remove me from enemy
territory. You are my Kinsman-redeemer come to enter into covenant with me to
save me and my family. You are Lord, my head, to protect me from the systems of
this world. You are my Shepherd come to lead this little ewe-sheep into green
pastures and beside still waters even though she is constantly getting tangled
and caught in the bramble bushes.
You are more
than god. You are Creator—Elohim. You are the great I AM who is immutable, eternal, immortal
and invisible. You are the only wise God.
You are
worthy to be praised. Worthy to be exalted above all we deem valuable. And
please let it not only be the seraphs who cry holy, holy, holy.
No, this
morning I cry and join my voice with them:
Holy, Holy,
HOLY is the Lord God Almighty.
Holy, Holy,
HOLY is the One Who Was, Who Is, and Who Is to Come.
Holy. Holy.
Holy.
Set apart.
Distinct. Separate. Different than all others.
You are
holy.
Holy. Holy.
Holy.
Let this be
my inner litany and liturgy today.
Holy. Holy.
Holy.
Holy. Holy.
Holy.
Holy. Holy.
Holy is my God.
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