Feeble Praise

Heavenly Father,

My heart is weak inside me. My praises are feeble, and my gratitude is faint. Yet still, I come before you to offer them. You are worthy of much more than I can give you this morning. It is always true, but I feel it acutely this morning. Empower me by your spirit to worship you this morning. Overcome the limitations of my physical body with its tiredness and propensity for distraction. Focus my eyes on your perfect image. Make the view clearer with each passing day. Give me the strength to comprehend more of your attributes. Help me praise you for the God you are and not as I imagine you to be. You are love itself: acting in flawless compassion in all you do. You work for justice, uplifting the weak and vulnerable and bringing low the haughty and proud. You will right every wrong. You pour out mercy on your people. You delight in showering grace on the whole earth. Making the rain fall on the righteous and unrighteous. You are God and greatly to be praised.

In the name of your perfect image. Amen.