There comes a time where it is impossible to express your hearts thankfulness for the Father. When you see Him tenderly pull you up and out of a long wilderness. Where there are no words long enough, deep enough, dramatic enough, heart felt enough…to offer Him due praise.

Yet as you sit with Him and explain just that there is a beautiful thing that happens. You realize He sees to the depths of your heart and soul…and He just knows. The Holy Spirit inside of you swells with peace and tenderness as you  commune and wipe His feet with  your tears. His joy swells in you as you dance again in the garden and He wakes you in the night to speak His loving poetry and songs.

When I simply cannot find ENOUGH ways to thank Him I bow and say…..my life I give to thee again Oh Lord…surrendering all. Let this be my praise.

Offering of Praise

There’s an offering of praise
That is only made
From the depths of the darkened sea.

When the sun breaks forth
And the showers fade
And the clouds roll away.

Where mere words are not enough
In length and depth
To describe your desperate thanks.

Yet the glance heart to heart
And the Fathers tender nod
Lends that which only the Spirit can say.

–Shelly Wilson