When I think about what words I would utter were I to stand before the LORD's presence, I realize mute I'd be as I fell before His feet in humble adoration of my King. For what could I say to Him, He who gave me life itself, He who created my very being and breathed life into my soul? What could I possibly say to Him?
Perhaps, simply this: thank you. For loving me, knowing me, changing me, making me His own. For being my LORD and King and Savior and Friend. For being my everything - my life and breath and all I am and need. For never leaving me. For ever being by my side and that for all eternity! For giving me purpose and ever supplying me with hope. For taking me and using me in His Kingdom. For being good and just and loving, merciful, righteous, and true. For holding this world in His hands and every life that is therein.
He saw me when I was yet unformed, without substance in my mother's womb, and He loved me. He saw me when I first opened my eyes, when He gave me breath for the very first time, and He loved me. He watched as I grew, took my first steps, and shook my fist in His face, and still He loved me.
Upon the cross He gave His life for mine, all because He loved me. He gave the gift of eternal life, offered freely if I did but accept, all because He loved me. He reached down and breathed into me life eternal, gave to me hope and purpose, all because He loved me. He changed me, from sinful to sinless, from wretch to righteous, from filthy to purest of pure, all because He loved me. I am not who I was nor will He leave me as I am, all because He loves me.
For all these things, and so much more unsaid, I stand mute before His presence with naught but thanks upon my lips.