I come before thee Oh Lord

I come not bearing gifts of gold and silver, for your heavenly coffers overflow with plenty. It is not precious metals that please thee, metals that pale into insignificance, in the light of your countenance.

Talents I have not many to cheer thee. My words lack wit to amuse . The vocabulary I have, though flowery, fails to describe your sovereignty and glory, your mercy and grace .

My voice no match to the angels above, who sing sweetly your praise all day .Mine a quaver in contrast, cannot delight thine ears with a song.

I approach not with a harp or tambourine nor the musical flute . For the music I create, can never compare, to the melody of heavenly hosts crying, Hallelujah.

Food offerings none I bring, though my fare a bountiful gift from thee. For you seek not appeasement with nourishment, not with that which can never equal the banquet of heaven.

But I come before thee, once again, with the sacrifice of my broken life, lay down before thee, my shattered dreams . With my heart full of repentance, my tears I spill at your feet. Accept my pertinence and heal me oh God and make me whole again. Breathe life into my dying spirit and raise me from the mire, again .