In the Morning

Though anger resides with me in the night, my worship will rise in the morning. Though my pain lies with me in the bed of my heart, God will use it as the healing balm for another. The history of my pain is a testimony to another.

It is purposed.

When I rise in the morning, I will find you waiting for me as you have the all along.

You never left me.

Though my anger was pointed at you, much like a misled man points a gun at an innocent bystander, you stood boldly before me until I was made to kneel.

And when I did, you showed me grace. You spoke to me in the morning the same words you spoke at night;

I love you, no matter what. 

And so I worship you, no matter what. For what lies within the gift of my praise to you is something intended for me, though I never knew it until now. You are the only inhabitant of my praise, and I worship you until the ends of the earth.

Thank you, Lord.