If You grant to me the stuff of life; forgiveness, healing, comfort, hope and joy, why would I stop there?

Why wouldn’t I present the whole of me for Your habitation?

Why wouldn’t I unite with You and abide in Your affections, counsel and friendship?

Why wouldn’t I be a devoted, happy son who revels in Your favor, Your gleaming eyes and adoring countenance?

Why take Your stuff and go, leaving the sweet fragrance, the liberating, ceaseless and intimate company of Your presence?