It doesn't matter what others do.
What matters is what we do.
How could a man like Beethoven,
given his life, troubled in so many ways,
create the exquisite, quiet, ecstatic beauty
of the second movement of the Pastoral Symphony?
Only through the creativity of God, flowing through his veins,
and into the crevices of his mind, spilling over and onto
the lines, bars and staves of the musical manuscripts.
Praising you in every way,
In every moment, every day.
Beloved Jesus, I implore
that I may love you more and more
for all you have done for me.
Beloved Jesus, I implore
that I may thank you more and more
for all you are doing for me.
Beloved Jesus, I implore
that I may trust you more and more
for all you will do for me.
This thought just came into my mind this morning.
You can only receive mercy
when you know you need it.
Beloved Jesus, I implore
that I may love you more and more
for all you have done for me.
Beloved Jesus, I implore
that I may thank you more and more
for all you are doing for me.
Beloved Jesus, I implore
that I may trust you more and more
for all you will do for me.