Let hope arise on the dawn of my soul. Jesus is my Savior. Let trust anchor me to the solid rock of faith. Jesus is my Lord. Let belief intertwine with identity. I am who God says I am. Let love never end. For God so loved a wretched one like me that He sent His Son. Father in heaven, I come with gratitude in my heart that has bathed my soul in a myriad of colors representing my worship like a sunset kissing Your heavens good-night. Hope has come alive within me, a hopeless sinner, because redemption was made possible through my Savior’s death. I do not trust in my own efforts toward holiness. I am far too unholy to fathom Your perfection. Yet in my ungodliness, Christ has become my righteousness. What a priceless gift You have bestowed. I was bought at a price, a very high cost to Your heart, God. So my faith is not in who I think I should be. Rather, it is in You and who You made me to be. It matters not what I am, will be, what I feel or know. It matters only what Jesus is, what He has done, is doing and will do in my life. I no longer want to live for myself but as a reflection of the One my soul adores because He is worthy. Under the beauty of the Word in 2 Samuel 22:4,7 and the authority of Christ Jesus, I bow in humble prayer.

I called to the Lord, who is worthy of praise,
    and have been saved from my enemies.
In my distress I called to the Lord;
    I called out to my God.
From His temple He heard my voice;
    my cry came to His ears.
2 Samuel 22:4,7