That you amaze me

That you’re always here when I’m at my worst, when I’m too full of myself for consolation, when I’m satisfied that I’ve destroyed all the gates, when I poison the air with my breath, when I’m greedy for a world empty of everything but pleasure, when I’ve finally disgusted myself and refuse even my own help, that you brighten the hundred darknesses with invisible beams of light, that you embrace my fall, that you yield even when I don’t beg, that you admit me to your choirs though my voice is cracked, that you need me though my voice only adds to the world’s gibberish, that you lift my longings out of hell, that you breathe your mercy into my mouth, that you amaze me with unending, unwarranted grace.