praise...praise...praise...

It is my privilege -not my burden, my privilege- to give all that I am, all I ever was, and ever hope to be, over to love and worship God- father to the fatherless, king and savior, lord of my life and lover of my soul, intimacy and authority, glory and grace, my song in the morning and my comfort in the night, my peace and rest and my will to fight, the lion's roar and the still small voice, he is breath and life and beauty, and I will never be the same. I gladly give my life.