How do I properly praise You, my Lord?
Should I speak of Your glory and power?
Or brag that You who created the mighty ocean,
Also, created the delicate flower?
I could marvel at Your timelessness
As the author of eternity,
But none of that speaks to my gratitude
For all that You've done for me.

How can I explain to everyone
Just how broken I was at the start?
Or demonstrate to anyone
The miracles You've done in my heart?
When I look back to understand my path,
I see a loveless life in moratorium.
But Your love gave me the courage
To explore the love I used to run from.

Day by day, and grace by grace,
You made it safe to open my mind.
But for the grace of Your safety, Lord,
I would have run from my fear and pride.
I am so grateful for Your patience
As I learn how to give you my fears.
For fear is a most stubborn opponent,
And I've had to fight it for years.

Lord, we've also wrestled for years with my pride.
Beginning with just what pride is.
How many times have You heard me say,
"Oh, surely, Lord, you don't mean this?"
You are insistent that I give up all pride;
But with grace for my cries and grumbles.
Not once have I felt shamed or forsaken,
As You've taught me how to be humble.

It will always be my honor to bow to You,
To Your strength, power, and sovereignty.
I will always have awe for your creations, Lord,
Each one reflects Your Majesty.
Although I am amazed by this world You've created,
And I'm grateful for Your Son, who set me free,
Still, none of it can compare to my honor and awe
For the miracles you've performed in me.
© Linda Troxell