O most high, glorious God, how great is my dilemma!
In your awful presence silence seems best.
And yet, if I keep my peace, the rocks themselves will cry out.
But if I do speak, what will I say?
It is Love that calls forth my speech, though it still feels like stammering.
I love you, Lord. I adore you. I worship you. I bow down before you.
Thank you for your gifts of grace:
– the consistency of sunrise and sunset,
– the wonder of colors,
– the solace of voices I know.
I magnify you, Lord. Let me see your greatness–to the extent that I can receive it.
Help me bow in your presence in endless wonder and ceaseless praise.
In the name of him whose adoration never failed.
From Richard Foster’s Prayer: Finding the Heart’s True Home, Chapter 8, The Prayer of Adoration.