The Eccentric Praise:

There's no one else like You
I get thrills when I call Your Name
At the sound of Your Name
I fluctuate between hot and cold.

I can't limit your definition
Neither can I know your boundaries
I know You're the Beginning and End
But I don't know where You begin and end.

You hold my heart in your hands
No matter the state of my heart
Whether it be crushed into a small frame
Or expanded into a voluminous size
You've never let go of my heart
Not even once.

You hold my adrenaline pump
Sometimes I wonder why my heart beats faster
Or why it slows down to the rhythm of night blues
But You're like the DJ who knows the right flow.

You've told me there is time for everything
And that You make all things beautiful in its own time
Your wisdom is beyond my understanding
Your design of the times and seasons is beyond beauty
I thank you for your allotment of the times.

This praise is eccentric because it is inarticulate
It is praise from the belly of a speechless person
I stand in awe of You
I am amazed by the works of Your hands
Even more so by the things that You're STILL going to do...

This is my early morning praise,
May it come unto You as a sweet smelling aroma...