Romans 11&12

Oh, God, the depth of the riches both of your wisdom and your knowledge; how unsearchable are your judgments, and your ways are past finding out. All things are of you and through you and to you; to you be the glory forever.

Thank you, father, that by your grace I am elected by you to be justified and adopted as your son, forever. Your care for me humbles me in awestruck fear and thankfulness.

In view of your mercies, I offer my body to you as a living sacrifice; holy and acceptable to you, which is my reasonable service. I am not conformed to this world, but instead, I am transformed by the renewing of my mind that I may live in your good and pleasing and perfect will.  This is all given to me by your grace, father, so I do not think too highly of myself, instead I think soberly, thankful that you, father, have given me a measure of faith.  I rejoice in hope. I am patient in tribulation and continue instant in prayer.