Dear Father, ruler of the ages,
You, O God, are the potter who has the right over the clay to make of it whatever you please. What if you, desiring to show your wrath and to make known your power, have endured with much patience the objects of wrath made for destruction? What if you put up with sin in order to make known the riches of your glory to the objects of mercy prepared for glory?
Thank you for selecting your chosen ones from every nation of the earth. And thank you for preparing your chosen ones to share in your glory.
Thank you, O holy and mighty God! I am overwhelmed! In the blessed name of Jesus, the rock of our salvation, I pray. Amen.