Not a second of my life must be without God down in this dark world. For many years, your faithfulness has kept me save, your love has tended me when my heart is broken, your presence has sheltered me from the wickedness of the world. You've been my healer when my mind is wounded and wiped my teary brow when I ache from the bruises of life. 

It does not matter if it's death or life anymore because my lot in life is God Himself, my treasure is stored up in the locker room of heaven beyond the reach of moth and rust. For a moment, money had been my goal, for another, fame and power my pursuit, for yet another relationships, but these things don't give us the happiness or assurance we seek, rather they break us leaving us more shattered in our penury. 

The love of God is one thing beyond my power of exaggeration. Sometime, my actions push Him away, yet He pardons them, even when I threw in the towel and turned my back to the cross hurrying off the path paved by His blood, He looks beyond my ignorance and follow still... 

God, I may not be the best of your children, I may even sometimes forget to flip through the pages of the bible or pace out of my study many mornings forgetting to say thank you for a new day. But not a moment do I pray to spend in this weird dark and dangerous world without you.