For who is the Lord but the Lord?
Who is God except our God?
The most good.
The most mighty.
The most omnipotent.
The most merciful,yet most just.
The most hidden, yet most present.
The most beautiful, yet strongest.
The stationary, yet incomprehensible constant. You cannot change, yet You change everything. You are never new, yet never old. You make all things new, yet conquer the proud with old age before they know of it's approach.
You are ever working, yet ever at rest. You are still gathering yet You lack nothing. You are still supporting, filling, and overspreading; still creating, nourishing, and maturing; still seeking, although You have all things.
You love without yearning, are jealous without bitterness; share our regret without self-reproach; express anger without losing serenity.
When all others fail to finish what they propose, Your purpose remains unchanged. You receive what you found yet had never lost. You are never in need yet rejoice in what You gain. You never covet yet exact payments, so that You may owe. Yet who has anything that is not already Yours? You pay debts when You owe nothing, but in remitting debts You lose nothing.
And what have I now said, my God, my life, my holy joy? What does any mortal say when speaking of You? Yet woe to the one who does not speak, for silence is the most eloquent voice.
Oh that I might rest in You.
Oh, that You would enter my heart and make it intoxicated, so that i might forget all woes and embrace You, my only good.
The Confessions of St . Augustine