My Father who looks down upon me from heaven’s glorious throne, I thank You for all that You have bestowed upon me. From Your very hand, redemption has been offered me through Your Son, my Savior. I am entirely wooed by Your grace, my Lord and King. From Your nail-scarred hands, salvation covers the iniquity of my soul. Let my heart rejoice in Your mercy, Lord. My heart thrills to be called Your child. My soul rejoices to be near You. The abundance of Your hands overwhelms my being, Lord God. The generosity of Your Holy Spirit infuses me with power. Jesus, keep me, mold me, shape me, use me. I am Yours. I delight to be called by Your Name, alone. Through eternity’s gates I will one day walk, my hand in Yours, into the Kingdom of glory, where true love awaits. Under the beautiful Word of Ecclesiastes 3:11 and the authority of Christ, I pray.

He has made everything beautiful and appropriate in its time.
He has also planted eternity [a sense of divine purpose]
in the human heart [a mysterious longing
which nothing under the sun can satisfy, except God].
Ecclesiastes 3:11, AMP