The stars join together in rapturous chords to sing your praises from galaxy to galaxy. The planets echo their song. It spirals down to the mountain tops. The mountains tremble and the song soars upward until it penetrates worlds and rests at last at your throne. Though there be hundreds of billions of galaxies, the worlds cannot praise you enough, nor can my heart.

The clerk at the store gave too much change.  I know it wasn’t much, but I did not have a right to keep it.  I must return to the store tomorrow and give the extra back. And I didn’t get my credit card paid last month and won’t be able to this month either. It’s not just the card not paid, but those merchants that sold things to me ~ they’re the ones who I am not paying. I have stolen their merchandise from them. Lord, open my eyes to the things I do that are actually stealing.

I thank you, God, because you never change. No matter how much people change, you stay the same. You never allow anyone to pressure you to give in to us or become like us to ease our consciences.  If you changed, there would be no such thing as truth. If you changed there would be no such thing as love.  If you changed, we could not be saved from Satan and his gastly world. Your love is stubborn, immovable, persevering. You stand in the universe and among the worlds tall and strong, exalted and majestic. Thank you for never changing.