Eternal God.

 Amen.

Eternal God—

Uncreated, unchanging, without beginning, without end.

The One who dwells outside of time, yet steps into our moments with grace.

The Alpha and Omega, who holds all our yesterdays and all our tomorrows in the palm of His now.

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Eternal God

Eternal God—

Before a star was lit,

Before a mountain stood,

Before “once upon a time” was ever uttered—

You were.

You are the great I AM,

Not “I was” or “I will be,”

But present in the eternal now—

Timeless, boundless, free.

Our days are like grass,

We flourish and fade.

But from everlasting to everlasting,

You are the same—unmoved, unstayed.

“Before the mountains were born or you brought forth the whole world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God.”(Psalm 90:2)

Yet in Your eternity,

You chose time.

You entered our story,

In flesh, in blood, in bread and wine—

That we might know

The forever-love

Of the Eternal One.

So we worship You,

Not as a force, but as a Father.

Not as a concept, but as our King.

Eternal God—

Our beginning,

Our journey,

Our home.

Amen.

Sing to the Lord.

 Amen.

Let praise be our posture, our song be our sacrifice, and our joy be the echo of heaven's unending chorus.

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Sing to the Lord

Sing to the Lord—

with melodies born of gratitude,

with rhythms of redeemed time,

with harmonies of gathered hearts,

with verses written in the ink of grace.

Sing a new song—

for He has done marvelous things.

Sing a loud song—

for His love is strong and unashamed.

Sing a quiet song—

for He hears the whisper in the night.

Sing an eternal song—

for His faithfulness never ends.

“Sing to the Lord a new song; sing to the Lord, all the earth. Sing to the Lord, praise his name; proclaim his salvation day after day.”(Psalm 96:1–2)

Sing when the sun rises in gold,

Sing when the stars pierce the dark.

Sing in the harvest, sing in the sowing,

Sing when the journey is hard.

Sing of His holiness,

Sing of His mercy,

Sing of the cross where He bore our shame.

Sing of the empty tomb,

Sing of the coming reign,

Sing till all creation knows His name.

We sing to You, Lord—

not because all is easy,

but because You are worthy.

Receive our song,

and turn it into glory.

Amen.

Gracious to me.

 Amen.

This humble acknowledgment is the doorway to grace—the recognition that we are recipients of kindness we could never earn, and mercy we could never deserve.

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Gracious to Me

Gracious to me—

when I deserved judgment,

when I was wandering,

when my heart was far.

You drew near with kindness,

with open hands,

with a Father’s heart.

Your grace is the air I breathe,

the ground I stand on,

the song I sing when I have no words.

It meets me in failure,

covers me in shame,

calls me by name though I am flawed.

“But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved.”(Ephesians 2:4–5)

Thank You for being gracious to me—

not once, but daily;

not sparingly, but lavishly;

not reluctantly, but willingly.

I receive Your grace anew this hour,

and pray it overflows from me

to a world in need of kindness.

You are gracious.

And I am grateful.

Amen.

Jesus loves me.

 Amen.

This is the simplest, sweetest, and most profound truth of the Gospel—a truth that quiets fears, anchors hope, and changes everything.

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Jesus Loves Me

Jesus loves me—this I know,

For the Bible tells me so.

Little ones to Him belong;

They are weak, but He is strong.

Yes, Jesus loves me.

Yes, Jesus loves me.

Yes, Jesus loves me—

The Bible tells me so.

He loves me when I’m strong, He loves me when I’m frail,

He loved me enough to endure the nails.

His love is not a passing thought or mild—

It is the love that sacrificed the Child.

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”(John 3:16)

This love will never let me go,

Through highest joy or deepest woe.

It seals my heart, it holds my soul,

And makes the broken fragments whole.

So I will rest in this sweet song,

All my days, my whole life long:

Jesus loves me.

Jesus loves you.

This is true.

Forever true.

Amen.

May your face shine upon us.

 Amen.

May the light of His countenance dispel every shadow, awaken every hope, and guide every step you take. May His face shine upon you—not as a distant star, but as the near, warm, life-giving sun of righteousness.

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May Your Face Shine Upon Us

May Your face shine upon us, O Lord—

With the light that first pierced chaos’ night,

With the glow that transfigured the mountain’s height,

With the kindness that turns our weeping to dawn,

With the grace upon which all hope is drawn.

Turn Your gaze toward us in mercy and might;

Let Your radiance banish our fears in the night.

Where we have walked in shadows of our own making,

Meet us with sunrise, our slumber awakening.

“The Lord make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you.”(Numbers 6:25)

In the shining of Your face is life, is peace,

Is the joy that causes all striving to cease.

It is favor that shields, it is vision that clears,

It is the answer to all our unspoken fears.

So we lift our eyes to You alone—

Our hearts laid bare before Your throne.

Shine upon us, Lord, and we shall be

Changed from glory to glory, made truly free.

May Your face shine upon us,

today and every day,

until we see You fully—

face to face, in endless day.

Amen.

This is the day the Lord has make.

 Amen.

This is the day the Lord has made—

a gift, a canvas, a space for grace.

We will rejoice and be glad in it,

and walk in the light of His face.

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This Is the Day

This is the day the Lord has made —

Not by accident, not by chance,

But by His word, His will displayed,

An invitation to advance

Into His mercy, fresh and new,

Into His purpose, strong and true.

We will rejoice — not because all is easy,

But because He is with us.

We will be glad — not because all is clear,

But because He is for us.

“This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”(Psalm 118:24)

In this day, He has hidden grace,

In this day, we will seek His face.

In this day, we will choose to praise,

And walk in His life-giving ways.

So let the morning find us thankful,

Let the noon find us faithful,

Let the evening find us at peace—

Knowing His love will never cease.

This is His day.

We are His people.

Let joy rise.

Let thanks be spoken.

Let hope be unbroken.

Amen.

Malachi 3:10 Open the floodgates of heaven.

 Amen.

You are calling upon the ancient promise of Malachi 3:10, where God invites His people to test Him in faithfulness—and promises to respond by opening the very windows of heaven and pouring out blessings beyond containment.

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Open the Floodgates of Heaven

Open the floodgates of heaven, Lord—

Let Your abundance pour,

Not just in measure, but in overflow,

Till we can hold no more.

Pour out Your Spirit—rain upon the dry,

Pour out provision—meet the need and why.

Pour out Your healing—make the wounded whole,

Pour out Your wisdom—animate the soul.

“‘Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this,’ says the Lord Almighty, ‘and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that there will not be room enough to store it.’”(Malachi 3:10)

We open our hearts, our hands, our lives—

We turn toward You in trust.

We stand upon Your covenant word,

And wait in hope, not rush.

Let the floods of grace sweep through our land,

Let mercy run in streams.

Let kindness rise like morning light,

And fulfill heaven’s dreams.

For You are the God of limitless more,

The Owner of every store.

And when You open heaven’s gate,

We worship and adore.

Open the floodgates, Lord—

for Your glory, for our good,

for the hungry to be fed,

for the Gospel to be spread.

We receive with grateful hands

the outpouring Your love commands.

Amen.

Bless your people.

 Amen.

May the Lord bless His people with His presence, His purpose, and His peace. May we walk in the light of His love and bear the fruit of His Spirit, united as one body under His gracious hand.

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Bless Your People

Lord, bless Your people—

The ones You’ve called by name,

The ones who bear Your image,

The humble and the plain.

Bless us with unity that mends each tear,

Bless us with courage to stand firm and true.

Bless us with compassion to cast out fear,

And with the faith to keep our eyes on You.

“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you.”(Numbers 6:24–25)

Bless the hands that serve,

Bless the hearts that pray,

Bless the feet that walk

In Your holy way.

Bless the old with wisdom,

Bless the young with vision.

Bless the weary with rest,

And the lost with decision.

Bless us to be a people of grace,

A city on a hill,

A reflection of Your holiness,

Bent to Your will.

Bless Your people, Lord,

For we are Yours alone.

Keep us, lead us, hold us close,

Until You bring us home.

Amen.

Amos 9:13. May we reap before plowing with God.

 Amen.

You have touched upon one of the most striking prophetic images in Scripture—the divine reversal of natural order, where God’s blessing is so immediate and overwhelming that the harvest rushes to meet the sower.

This comes from Amos 9:13:

“Behold, the days are coming,” declares the Lord,

“when the plowman shall overtake the reaper,

and the treader of grapes him who sows the seed;

the mountains shall drip sweet wine,

and all the hills shall flow with it.”

Here is a meditation on that breathtaking promise:

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The Reaper Before the Plower

You speak a word that turns time upside down:

The reaper before the plower.

Not lack, but overflowing;

Not delay, but fulfillment now—

Your kingdom’s swift, abundant hour.

When we are still breaking ground,

Still turning soil with sweat and hope,

You send the harvest to surround

Our waiting—not at the far slope,

But here, beneath our trembling hand.

The plowman meets the reaper in the land.

It speaks of mercy moving faster than our labor,

Of grace outstripping time.

It tells of a divine, miraculous favor—

A harvest in its prime

Arriving as we just begin to sow,

Heaven’s “yes” before our “go.”

So when my pace feels slow and small,

When the field seems bare, the yield unsure,

I’ll remember Your prophetic call:

You bring the reaper before the plower.

You collapse the seasons, flood the plain,

And turn our patient planting into sudden grain.

You are the God of holy reversal,

Of abundance that defies the natural.

We plow in faith—and watch You bring

The harvest racing on the wing.

Amen.

May Kairos moment with God be upon you.

 Amen.

A Kairos moment is God’s appointed time—a moment of divine opportunity, alignment, and purpose breaking through the ordinary sequence of days. It is when eternity touches time, and heaven’s timeline intersects with our own.

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Kairos

In the flow of chronos—tick by steady tick—

We measure our moments,thin and quick.

But You break through withKairos—full and deep—

A sacred incision Your promise will keep.

A moment ripe, a door swung wide,

A turning of the tide.

A“for such a time as this” divine,

When Your purpose and our readiness align.

“When the set time had fully come, God sent his Son…”(Galatians 4:4)

You set the times and seasons in Your hand,

You alone can make us understand

When to move,when to wait,

When to lean into the weight

Of a moment charged with grace,

A destined,holy place.

So we ask for eyes to see

Your Kairos moments given freely.

To recognize the open door,

The“now” we’ve been waiting for.

To step with faith,with courage, with trust,

Into the purposes drawn from heaven’s dust.

For You are the God of perfect timing,

Your plans are stunning,never dimming.

And in Your Kairos,we find our rhyme—

Your eternal “yes” breaking into our time.

Amen.

May the Shalom Peace of God be upon you.

 Amen.

May the Shalom peace of God—the deep, holistic, covenant peace that mends what is broken, calms what is troubled, and makes all things whole—rest upon you, dwell within you, and flow through you to a world in need.

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The Shalom of God Be Upon You

May the Shalom peace of God be upon you—

Not as the world gives, but as heaven pours:

A harmony of heart, a stillness sure and true,

A grace that heals, restores, and more.

May it guard your mind from anxious thought,

And wrap your soul in rest profound.

May every battle fear has fought

Be stilled, on holy ground.

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” (John 14:27)

May this peace mend relationships strained,

Bring unity where discord grew.

May hope be kindled, joy sustained,

And mercy make all things new.

May it be a cloak in the storm,

A shelter in the blistering heat,

A whisper that your life conforms

To the rhythm of mercy’s beat.

May the Shalom of God—

Nothing missing, nothing broken,

Everything whole in Him—

Be your portion, your open door,

Today, tomorrow, evermore.

Shalom.

Peace be with you.

And also with your spirit.

Amen.

Bless us with Perfect Health

 Amen.

We ask not only for the body's strength, but for the soul's wholeness—the well-being that flows from the Healer of all our wounds, the Creator who knit us together.

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Bless Us with Perfect Health

Lord, we ask You for perfect health—

Not as the world defines it,

But as heaven designs it:

Wholeness in body, clarity in mind,

Peace in the spirit, all intertwined.

Bless us with strength for our daily tasks,

With rest that renews, with vigor that lasts.

Where there is sickness, bring Your healing touch,

Where there is weakness, strengthen us much.

“Beloved, I pray that you may prosper in all things and be in health, just as your soul prospers.”(3 John 1:2)

Heal the unseen wounds—the anxious thought,

The memories that haunt, the battles fought

Within the quiet chambers of the heart.

From every ailment, Lord, let us depart.

Yet in our asking, we trust Your higher way.

Your “perfect health” may come in different form—

A spirit steadfast through the storm,

A grace that carries when the body's worn.

But by the stripes of Jesus, we proclaim

Your power to restore, to heal, to reclaim.

We speak Your life over every cell, every part,

And receive Your wholeness with grateful heart.

“He himself bore our sins in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed.”(1 Peter 2:24)

Bless us with Your health, Lord—

Body, soul, and spirit, restored in You.

May Your life flow through us,

Making all things new.

Amen.

Guide our Path.

 Amen.

May the Lord who carved the pathways of the universe and numbered the steps of your life, guide your journey with wisdom, grace, and unwavering clarity.

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Guide Our Path

Lord, guide our path—

When the way is clear and when it’s not,

When we walk in confidence or doubt.

Be the compass of our hearts,

The true north of our thoughts.

Light our steps with Your word,

A lamp that cuts through the gray.

Mark the turns we ought to take,

And guard us from the stray.

“In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.”(Proverbs 3:6)

When the road divides and we don’t know why,

When the signposts seem hidden from our eye,

Speak in that stillness—soft and deep—

And guide the promises You keep.

Guide our feet away from danger,

Guide our choices toward Your favor.

Guide our plans to match Your will,

And in obedience, keep us still.

We do not ask to see the distant scene,

But just the next step, humble and clean.

For if You guide us, we cannot be lost—

You paid too high a price upon the cross.

Guide our path, O Lord, we pray—

Today, tomorrow, and every day.

We follow You, our Shepherd true,

Our hope, our future, bound in You.

Amen.

Jesus, call us by name.

 Amen.

What a beautiful, intimate truth—that the Creator of the universe knows you personally, calls you by name, and invites you into His love and purpose.

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He Calls You By Name

Jesus calls us by name.

Not as a crowd, not as a mass,

But one by one, as each voice passes—

He knows the sound meant just for us.

He called Mary in the garden’s gray,

Peter by the sea, Zacchaeus in the tree.

Samuel in the temple’s quiet night,

Saul in the blinding, holy light.

And still He calls—

Through noise and through calm,

With a voice that carries heaven’s balm.

He speaks your name—

Not as the world defines,

But as He formed you in His mind.

“He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.”(John 10:3)

“Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine.” (Isaiah 43:1)

He calls you out of hiding,

Out of shame, out of striving.

He calls you into belonging,

Into purpose, into song-ing.

So listen today—

In the quiet, in the noise,

In the sorrow, in the joys.

Hear Him call you by name,

And answer, “Here I am.”

You are known.

You are called.

You are His.

Amen.

We are the Sheep of God.

 Amen.

We are His sheep—known, led, protected, and cherished by the Shepherd who laid down His life for us. Here is a humble affirmation of that belonging.

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We Are Your Sheep

We are the sheep of God—

The flock of His pasture, the fold of His grace.

We know our Shepherd’s voice,

We follow His pace.

We strayed and were scattered,

Lost on the hill,

But He sought us and brought us,

By the strength of His will.

He leads to still waters,

Restores the soul’s deep,

And guards in the valley

Where shadows may creep.

“We are his people, the sheep of his pasture.”(Psalm 100:3)

“I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me.” (John 10:14)

We are not our own—

We are His, by His choice.

In His care we find safety,

In His love we rejoice.

So we rest in His keeping,

And follow His call,

For He is our Shepherd—

Our All in all.

We are the sheep of God—

and He is ours forever.

Amen.

Man for Sabbath and not Sabbath for man

 Amen.

You have touched upon the very teaching of Jesus in Mark 2:27, where He redefines the purpose of the Sabbath—not as a burden to be borne, but as a gift to be received. Here is a meditation on that life-giving truth.

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The Sabbath Was Made for Man

They had made the Sabbath a chain,

A weight of rules, a source of pain—

A day of “cannot” and “shall not” and “must,”

Till the gift became dust, and the mercy, mistrust.

But Jesus said, “The Sabbath was made for man,

Not man for the Sabbath.”

And in those words, He began

To unravel the knot that religion had tied,

To open the door, to stand by our side.

The Sabbath was made for us—

For our rest, our renewal, our pause in the rush,

For our bodies to cease, for our souls to breathe deep,

For the weary to find a promise to keep.

It was made for our freedom, not for our cage,

A sanctuary across every age.

A space to remember that God is the source,

That He finishes work, then rests without force.

So let us receive it as He meant it to be—

A gift of grace, a taste of the free

And eternal rest that His cross has won…

Where our striving is done, and our true life’s begun.

The Sabbath for man—

a rest, not a rule;

a mercy,

a gift,

a divine quieting tool.

“Then he said to them, ‘The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath.’” (Mark 2:27)

Amen.

Give thanks with a grateful heart.

 Amen.

Let gratitude rise—not from circumstances, but from a heart that remembers who God is and what He has done.

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With a Grateful Heart

Give thanks with a grateful heart—

Not for the prize, but for the Giver’s art.

Not because all is well, but because He is near,

And in every season, His faithfulness is clear.

Give thanks for breath, for morning light,

For grace that meets us in the night.

For love that chose us, blood that bought us,

For battles fought, and victories wrought.

“Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”(1 Thessalonians 5:18)

Give thanks when the harvest is full and sweet,

Give thanks when the struggle feels incomplete.

For in the giving of thanks, our eyes are lifted high,

To see the goodness of the Lord, ever nigh.

With a grateful heart, I turn my face

To the Author, the Finisher of grace.

And in this posture of thanks, I find

A quiet healing for the mind.

So let thanks rise—from field, from home, from soul,

Until gratitude becomes our whole

Way of seeing, way of being, way of living free—

Give thanks with a grateful heart, endlessly.

Thank You, Lord. For all.

For You.

Amen.

Bless the works of my hands

 Amen.

May the Lord bless the labor of your hands with purpose, provision, and eternal fruitfulness. May every task, great or small, become an act of worship and a testament to His faithfulness.

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Bless the Works of My Hands

Lord, bless the works of my hands—

The labor I undertake,

The dreams I seek to build,

The choices that I make.

Let my hands move in rhythm with Your heart,

Let my efforts reflect Your design.

Bless the skill You’ve given from the start,

And let Your purpose through my actions shine.

“May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us—yes, establish the work of our hands.” (Psalm 90:17)

Where I build, let it be on Your foundation.

Where I create, let it bring restoration.

Where I serve, let it lighten another’s load.

Where I lead, let me walk Your chosen road.

Bless the hands that work in quiet and unseen,

Bless the hands that reach to heal, to mend,

Bless the hands that plant a future yet to be,

And the hands that faithfully serve to the end.

Not for my glory, not for my name,

But for Yours alone, Lord, I aim.

Let my labor bear fruit that remains—

In souls touched, in lives changed, in breaking chains.

I offer my hands to You today—

Take them, guide them, bless them, I pray.

Establish the work of my hands, O Lord,

And let my life proclaim You adored.

Amen.

Lamb of God that clear away the sin of the world.

 Amen.

You have spoken the very name by which John the Baptist proclaimed the Messiah—the One who takes away, who removes, who clears away the sin of the world.

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Lamb of God

Lamb of God, who clears away the sin of the world,

You are the sacrifice foreseen from Eden’s fallen gate,

The spotless offering, the holy and ultimate

Answer to our guilt, our sorrow, our weight.

Not like the lambs of old, whose blood could only cover,

You are the Lamb once slain, whose power does clear away—

Who lifts the stain completely, who removes it forever,

Who turns our endless night into eternal day.

“The next day John saw Jesus coming toward him and said, ‘Look, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!’”(John 1:29)

You do not hide our sin, You do not merely conceal—

You cleanse, You purify, You break its claim and seal.

You bear it on Your shoulders to a tomb left behind,

And leave it there, defeated, for all of humankind.

So here we stand, beneath the fountain flowing

From Calvary’s wounded side, our salvation showing

That sin has lost its power, its sentence has been torn,

For the Lamb of God has risen on redemption’s morn.

Lamb of God, we behold You.

We receive Your clearing, cleansing grace.

The sin of the world—and ours—

You have borne in our place.

Thank You, Jesus, Lamb of God.

Amen.

May your face shine upon our lifes.

 Amen.

May the light of His countenance bring you clarity, warmth, and grace, transforming your journey with His holy favor.

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May Your Face Shine Upon Us

May Your face shine upon our life—

Upon our home, our daily ways,

Our quiet thoughts, our earnest strife,

Our ordinary nights and days.

Turn toward us with the look of grace

That melts the shadows we walk through,

And let the brightness of Your face

Make all we are reflect You true.

“The Lord make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you.” (Numbers 6:25)

Where we have wandered, shine and guide,

Where we have weakened, shine and mend.

Be Thou our joy, our guard, our guide—

Beginning, journey, and the end.

Let not our souls in shadow lie,

Nor fear what darkness may devise;

Lift up the light of Your countenance nigh—

With dawn that breaks through midnight skies.

For in the shining of Your face

Is life, is healing, is release—

The fullness of redeeming grace,

The certain confidence of peace.

May Your face shine upon us still,

In mercy, as You always will.

We lift our eyes to You alone—

Our hope, our sunlight, and our own.

Amen.