Be

On the way home, with the music playing, I heard the words,
"In the presence of a thousand kings, you are my one desire."

That line made me think of a fairy tale, one in which a widowed queen who needed a male figurehead for her country lined up her many many suitors (kings, no less) and put them to the test. (Is this tale American? Arabic? Greek? I can't remember)

In the end, the one who mattered to her was the one who had the greatest, noblest, kindest heart.
And who else has the greatest heart but Him? (of course, in the fairy tale, she didn't join the convent =p)

Lord, make me fall in love with you. More and more, so that nothing else matters except living life fully, according to how you made me.