Lord, I want to learn to turn my eyes upon you. I want to learn to look full in your wonderful face. I want to want you. I want to know that nothing else will do. It’s a struggle every time I walk past that white board. With beautifully scattered writings of your character. “What’s the sweetest thing about God's character to you?” ‘’His grace.’’ one girl wrote. Another ‘’His kindness.” “He never changes, always constant, faithful, ever present.’’ I walk by every time. I stare into the white board. I almost grab the marker and then I do not. I could write about his passion for my heart. His pursuit for his sheep and the tenderness of his shepherding. But I don’t. Can’t bring myself to. I am tired of head knowledge for I am it’s queen. I play with words like a guitar player has fun with strings. I don’t want my worship to be to uphold my talent. To enhance my already "well established wisdom" well. I want to learn to want you so