on this night

On this night I try to prayerfully form words of thanks . . . but I just keep repeating, "O LORD, there is nothing, there is nothing, there is nothing, there is nothing between us."

Oh, the joy of confessed sin, repentant prayers, and obedience to the Lord Jesus Christ.
Oh, the joy of the love that I receive, being so undeserving.
Oh, the joy of seeing God's sovereign hand in ways that I could not have imagined.