God, mere words cannot describe you, even if we try. At times, you are as loud as thunder in the sky, and other times as soft as the owl’s nightly goodbye. Your love is more profound than the sea, yet intimate enough to set us free. You speak, and creation soars, you make the lion roar, you lead a deer to streams of water; satisfied, wanting nothing more.
Your sun wakes the morning dew, and the evening’s sky shows your handiwork through and through. We hear you in a baby’s cry, see you in a mother’s eye, and embrace you in the sweet by and by. In the moments, you seem distant and far away, remind us to listen and obey even as we lose our way.
Your greatest act of love was on the cross for display. The message you conveyed brought a centurion to his knees, while others blinded by their sin could not see the Savior bled and died for thee. On the third day, you rose from the grave, paved the way, so after our dying breath, we can hear you say, “Welcome home, this is your place of eternal stay.”
God, in the moments that we have left, may we serve you well, go and tell others of the God who was, and is, and is to come—for now, and forevermore it’s your Risen name we adore. Amen.