My heart yearns for the Lord God Almighty. Impart to me all the wonders of Your Word and the favor of Your presence. You have numbered me among the chosen servants, Lord. Teach me to honor the calling. Your righteousness sanctifies me. Your blood cleanses my poor soul. Whatever is lacking in me Your Spirit can transform into Christ-likeness when I submit to Your chiseling tools of trial. Purify what remains defiling within me. Cheer my sullenness. Comfort my heart when it mourns. When the hour of trouble comes, I turn to You alone, Lord. Your everlasting arms encircle the tearful one whose joy has perished because of calamity. When I set my gaze on eternal horizons, the glorious light of Your promises guides me to greener pastures. Truly, You have blessed me through this covenant. Yours is the glory. Yours is the only power in my life. Your dwelling place is altogether lovely. Your presence is perfection. Let me set my eyes upon the King in His courts. My soul longs for Your coming. Under the anticipatory truth of John 14:3 and the authority of Christ, I pray wholeheartedly.

And if I go and prepare a place for you, I am coming again and will take you to Myself, so that where I am, there you also will be.
John 14:3, NASB