Full-stop.

I worship you, Papa.

I worship you, Yeshua.

I worship you, Holy Spirit.

I worship you, God.

.

You give me a second chance!

 I falter...

again and again,

committing sins which 

I am now ashamed.

Still, You never give up on me,

You give me a second chance

to help the saints.

Jesus loves

 No one can fathom

how much sacrifices You go through,

or how beautiful You truly are.

Born in a manger,

tempted by Satan personally,

alone often,

You love.

You raise up modern heroes of the faith...

 DL Moody,

though uneducated trusts in You

and wins many to You.

Samuel Morris,

though a slave

prays and never doubts in You.

Sadhu Singh,

just reads the gospels

yet his lifestyle is marvelous.

John Sung,

doesn't seek for earthly treasures

but spent himself in service to You.

Then there are the women, too,

like Amy, Rebecca, Corrine, Catherine...

Oh Lord Jesus....

I praise You,

for so raising up so many modern heroes of the faith!

Your Bible is the Book of books!

 The saints are a delight to read,

their lifestyles astonish me,

they are my heroes,

they are recorded in Your Book.

Your promises are so numerous,

Your deeds are so awesome,

the Psalms are so wonderful,

Your Bible is really the Book of books.

You love the weakest of saints!

 I don't have faith like Abraham,

courage like David,

law like Moses,

obedience like Elijah,

suffering like Job.

On the contrary,

I stumble...

again and again.

Still You love me,

the weakest of saints.

Be their deliverer, oh God!

 They sacrifice for You,

gave out homes, families, freedom

because they love You.

I should have helped them,

but I didn't.

So raise up others

who will give them the help

I failed to do.

Be their deliverer,

oh God!

Yet we are a family

 Persecuted, yet they trust.

While I stumble...

They are giants,

I am weak.

Yet we are a family.