I seek to fill myself with the wisdom of your face.
You have humbled me by your sovereign ways.
There have been wars and unmentionables.
Job had his questions,
Yet you asked many more.
I worship you keeper of my trust.
I seek to depend not on my understanding
By leaning into the invitations of your mystery.
You are Beloved as the day you spoke creation into being,
As the day of your birth,
Beloved as the day of your death.
I am surrounded by what is greater than any suffering,
Love that forgives what cannot be explained.
I worship you the source of all love,
Of all love, I praise.