An Evening Prayer

To the God whose arms forged the roots of the world
To the God whose shoulders support a once-wayward lamb
To the God whose ears strain for my every whispered prayer
To the God whose eyes search for ways to bless me
To the God whose voice rebukes the waves of my worry
To the God whose heart burned with love for me even when I reviled him
To the God whose blood was traded for my pardon
To the God whose back was furrowed by obedience
To the God whose body was broken for me and for many
To the God whose side flowed with the currency of salvation
To the God whose hands stretched out to receive the nails that secured my freedom
To the God whose spirit became my own, now and forever more:

Thank you for my life.