How could He be so kind

Oh Lord,
You have assigned me
my portion.
tears...
if I could have picked the life
you have given me,
hope and faith
would have made me dream
smaller.

It is too lavish, too precious,
too wonderful for me,
to have dreamed this life;
and yet,
as a matter of course,
You declared my life,
would be mine.

All the love
in my marriage,
my children,
my friendships,
all the miracles
of your grace
and the abundance
of your mercy,
all your patience
with which you have displayed your divine guidance
all your steadfast love
and rescuing power
exerted on my behalf.

Father, how could you be so kind?
I never have had a need,
that your provision has ignored.
I never have had a longing,
that your love has not quenched
and when I fail you,
still, your love is there.

There,
to help me fix what I've broken.
There,
to forgive,
rescue,
guide,
council
and cleanse,
there,
to forgive.

Waiting to forgive.

God, You have assigned me my portion,
"thank you" is too small,
words fail.
Humbled by your kindness to me.

And my cup.
Like some exotic elixir
who's recipe is unsearchable
the delights and sorrows
the abilities and trials
the impossibilities and miracles,
you have mixed into my cup,
and all for my good.

I am made strong by your wisdom,
with my every weakness met
and covered by your power.
My every enemy,
given boundaries
and slain
by the blood of the Lamb.

All this because I am yours.
All, without my earning or striving
somehow to attain,
You have made my lot secure.

Though battles rage for my peace
though a thief (at times) robs my joy
though my strength may fail,
You have made my lot secure
and lay your hand upon me
and call me your own.

The boundary lines have fall for me
in pleasant places.
In truth (at times) I wander
allured by the delusion of greener grass,
but unsatisfying counterfeits await
and compel my return to you.
As a loving Father,
you call my name
you bind my wounds
you heal my heart
and give me wisdom for folly
beauty for ashes
steadfast love for betrayal.

Father,
were I to quit my wandering eye,
the depth of pleasure
the height of contentment
attended by daily promises
of joy unquenchable
and unending bliss
are all contained
inside the boundary lines
you have drawn for me.

and surely,
I have a delightful inheritance.
The promise of eternity,
with the Creator and Lover of my soul
is my soul's rest,
reward,
and victory.

Oh God,
thank you.