Like a bowl of cereal on an empty stomach
Is the desire of my heart towards You, O Lord,
The crisp crunch of praise
The nutty aroma of honour
The cold milk of renewed promises
Fills my senses and overwhelms them
Where one spoonful is never enough
You are there when I awake
When I return at the end of a long day
And before I drop off to sleep
You do not require advanced equipment or complex know-how
But I can come just as I am
You birth within me a desire for more
Not just content with the same brand of excellence
Not just looking for more ways to enjoy Your fruit
Not just keeping You all to myself
And growing fat on past miracles and victories
To know You, Lord, is to acknowledge Your truth that’s being worked out through me and in spite of me
You are a God of awesome might, exacting justice, glorious creativity, pure righteousness and infinite love
Superlatives fail because our language cannot conceive all You are
All I can do
Is to dwell in Your love
Live by Your truth
And give thanks that You are enough.
Out With The Old 