inspired by my heavenly father

You sit in a sacred place. No on dares to take your power. Your might and majesty too majestic, the grace shown is more than I. The more I see and hear about you, I am in awe o'er the more. Many have said,"No words can express what is felt," and I have found that to be true. You have done so much, for so many and only require our hearts. You love us unconditionally through our times of turmoil. The mercy I see seems unreal. You are real. You show you are real. You show the littlest person she is loved. You caress our emotions even without being present. You show that little girl that her father can do anything. No one understands your ways, but respectfully acknowledges your might. You are mighty, you are powerful, you are our alpha and omega. But that little girl knows you are loving, you are holy, you are merciful. And you are her father who is in heaven waiting for her. She too is waiting, waiting for your call, waiting for the trumpets sound to call her home to you. God is good. Never reject it, never abuse it. Give him your praise, any praise, any love, any way. Give him your heart.