Father in Heaven, I often get lonesome for you,
Lonesome for times of pure worship in your presence.
I long to praise you,
To serve you,
To announce your goodness,
To sense your presence,
To hear from you
And--amazingly--to be heard by you.
Such a longing is a sign
Of your presence in me,
Of your Spirit placing that hunger in me.
Yet I'd never--or hardly ever--
Thought of your hunger for me,
That you get lonely for me
As I do for you.
Oh, your completeness is not limited
By the incompleteness of my devotion to you.
You're just as complete at the times when I ignore you.
But you rejoice and celebrate
When I turn to you with all my heart,
Which is yours.
You dance and sing over me--
Not because of something good I can
Do for you,
But just because you choose to do so.
I don't comprehend it,
But thank you.
The LORD your God is with you. He is a hero who saves you. He happily rejoices over you, renews you with his love, and celebrates over you with shouts of joy.
--Zephaniah 3:17, God's Word translation