The fountain of Your love, God, has a hidden source that stretches the expanse of eternity. The love bond between Father, Son, and Spirit has no beginning and no end. The finite incapacity of my human existence can hardly fathom a love so divine. This stream of grace that flows from before time began through the cross so it could reach me in this present moment of history is the richest of blessings. Lord, my hope rises and falls on this truth: Your righteousness flows over my sin-stained soul. Whether I am brought to the summit where I can shout praises for the victory You granted me or whether I am sulking in the valley of folly, You are with me. Your love knows no bounds. Your heart is faithful to Your ancient choice. I am the blessed recipient of Your majestic concern for those You created. Lord, You love without measure even when I consistently try to measure my response to You in order to satisfy some spiritual goal I have burdened myself with. Your love does not change even though I often run hot or cold when praising You because I let life distractions get the better of me. Jesus, You deserve my best, not my leftovers. Your love is dependable while mine remains fickle because of the fault that belies my emotional make-up. Lord, I thank You for the mercy of Your forgiving tolerance. It is because You are who You are that I can be who You designed me to be. Under the beauty of the truth set down in Psalm 150:1-2 and the blessed authority of Christ Jesus, I bow in adoring prayer.

Praise the Lord.
Praise God in His sanctuary;
    praise Him in His mighty heavens.
Praise Him for His acts of power;
    praise Him for His surpassing greatness.
Psalm 150:1-2, NIV