Show me the way, when there is no way.

 Show Me the Way When There Is No Way

A Reflection on Isaiah 43:16 and 19

Show me the way when there is no way—

When the mountain looms too high to climb,

When the sea rages and the path is lost in time,

When every door is closed, and I can only pray.

Thus says the Lord, who makes a way through the sea and a path through the mighty waters. (Isaiah 43:16)

When the darkness is so thick I cannot see my hand,

When every signpost points to nowhere, every map is banned,

You whisper, “I am the Way, the Truth, the Life.”

And in that whisper, courage cuts through all the strife.

You made a road through the Red Sea—dry ground where oceans roared.

You fed a nation in the desert with manna You bestowed.

You brought down walls of Jericho with shouts and trumpet sound.

You raised Your Son from death's cold grip, the stone rolled to the ground.

Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert. (Isaiah 43:19)

So when I reach the end of my own maps and plans,

When I have no strength left, no wisdom in my hands,

Show me the way that only You can see—

The narrow path, the open door, the bridge from death to free.

I will not trust my compass nor my failing eyes.

I will trust the One who parts the seas and opens up the skies.

Show me the way when there is no way—and I will walk,

Not by sight, but by faith, listening to You talk.

Amen.

Guide me with your loving arms.

 Guide Me with Your Loving Arms

A Reflection on Psalm 32:8 and Isaiah 46:4

Guide me with Your loving arms—not with a distant, pointing hand,

But with the tender, steady grip that helps me rise and stand.

When the path is dark and winding, when I cannot see my way,

Wrap Your arms around me, Lord, and lead me through the fray.

I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with My loving eye on you. (Psalm 32:8)

Your loving arms—not a cold and iron rod,

But the gentle pull of grace that draws me close to God.

When I stumble, catch me. When I wander, pull me near.

Let Your embrace be all I need to quiet every fear.

The arms that stretched the heavens and measured out the seas

Are the arms that hold me safely through life's uncertainties.

They do not push or shove me; they do not let me fall.

They are the arms of mercy, and they answer when I call.

Even to your old age and gray hairs I am He, I am He who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you. (Isaiah 46:4)

So guide me through the valley, through the shadow and the stone.

Let me never walk alone, but always feel that I am known.

When the road ahead is hidden and the signs have disappeared,

Be the compass of my heart, the anchor I have feared to trust—

But now I trust it fully. Lead me, Lord, in all Your ways.

Guide me with Your loving arms through all my nights and days.

Amen.

Lord Jesus, be my Advocates.

 Lord, Be My Advocate

A Reflection on 1 John 2:1 and John 14:16

Lord, be my Advocate—when the accuser points his finger,

When guilt and shame and memory linger.

When the voices of the past rise up to condemn,

Stand before the throne and speak for me, my friend.

If anyone sins, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous. (1 John 2:1, NKJV)

The enemy whispers, "You are guilty, you are lost."

But You reply, "My blood has paid the cost.

This child is mine—I died to set them free.

There is no condemnation; they belong to Me."

Be my Advocate in heaven—seated at the Father's side,

Where my accuser cannot hide.

You intercede with wounds that speak,

For every failure, every weak

And broken place—You cover all,

And catch me when I stumble and fall.

Who is to condemn? Christ Jesus is the one who died—more than that, who was raised—who is at the right hand of God, who indeed is interceding for us. (Romans 8:34, ESV)

And on earth, the Holy Spirit pleads within—

Another Advocate, to keep me from sin.

He prays with groans too deep for words,

And in my silence, help is heard.

So I have two Advocates—above and deep inside.

In them, I trust, in them I hide.

No charge can stand, no accusation hold,

For I am in Your hands, secure and bold.

Lord, be my Advocate—today, tonight, always.

Turn my darkest nights into hopeful days.

And when the final judgment comes, let me hear Your voice:

"This one is Mine. I made them My choice."

Amen.

Holy Spirit Guide my Life.

 Holy Spirit, Guide My Life

A Reflection on John 16:13 and Romans 8:14

Holy Spirit, guide my life—not as a map, but as a Friend,

Not as a distant compass, but a presence without end.

Lead me through the shadows, through the valleys, through the light,

And be my constant Counselor by day and by night.

But when He, the Spirit of truth, comes, He will guide you into all the truth. (John 16:13)

Guide my steps—when the road is steep and unknown,

When I cannot see the next stone.

Let Your still, small voice be clearer than the shouting crowd,

And let me follow softly, without being too proud.

Guide my words—when I speak in haste or fear,

Let Your wisdom check my tongue and draw me near.

May every syllable I utter bring life and not regret,

And may Your grace be the fragrance others will not forget.

For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, these are sons of God. (Romans 8:14, NKJV)

Guide my choices—in the big and in the small,

In the rise and in the fall.

When I am tempted to run ahead or linger too far behind,

Gently pull me back to center, to the path You have designed.

Holy Spirit, guide my life—my helper, my advocate, my flame.

Let me not grieve You by my silence, nor quench You with my shame.

I yield my will, my plans, my dreams, my every secret part.

Guide my life, O Holy Spirit, and fill my yielded heart.

Amen.

Bless me with discernment.

 Bless Me with Discernment

A Reflection on 1 Kings 3:9 and Philippians 1:9-10

Bless me with discernment—the gift to see beyond the veil,

To know the hidden motives, to hear the silent tale.

Not wisdom born of human wit, but insight from above,

The gentle leading of Your Spirit, the whisper of Your love.

Give therefore to Your servant an understanding heart to judge Your people, that I may discern between good and evil. (1 Kings 3:9, NKJV)

Help me distinguish truth from lies, the holy from the profane.

When choices crowd and voices clash, let Your still voice remain.

Not every path that glitters leads to life and light;

Some wear the mask of angels, but hide the serpent's bite.

Sharpen my spiritual senses—my eyes, my ears, my heart.

Let me not be deceived by what false prophets impart.

For discernment is a treasure, more precious than fine gold,

A lamp unto my feet that guides me in the ways of old.

And this I pray, that your love may abound yet more and more in knowledge and all discernment, that you may approve the things that are excellent. (Philippians 1:9-10, NKJV)

Bless me with discernment—in relationships and speech,

In the counsel that I follow and the wisdom that I teach.

Let me not be naive, but neither cynical nor cold.

Give me the mind of Christ, that Your perfect will may hold.

So I ask as Solomon asked—not for riches, not for fame,

But for a heart of understanding that honors Your holy name.

Bless me with discernment, Lord, each moment of the day,

That I may walk in wisdom and never lose my way.

Amen.

Give me Power of a sound mind.

 Give Me the Power of a Sound Mind

A Reflection on 2 Timothy 1:7 and Romans 12:2

Give me the power of a sound mind—not clouded by fear,

Not tossed by every wind of doubt, not trembling at what I hear.

For You have not given a spirit of fear, but of power and of love,

And of a mind that is disciplined, clear, and fixed on things above.

For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind. (2 Timothy 1:7)

A sound mind—calm in the storm, steady in the fray,

Not ruled by panic or anxiety, not led by feelings astray.

It thinks on what is true and noble, just and pure and kind,

And in the chaos of this world, it leaves confusion behind.

Power—not of brute force, but of self-control,

The grip of grace upon my thoughts, the healing of my soul.

When memories haunt or worries race, when lies begin to shout,

The power of a sound mind declares, “Peace, be still,” without a doubt.

Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind. (Romans 12:2, ESV)

So I ask for this gift—not for my own glory’s sake,

But to make wise decisions, to follow in Your wake.

To distinguish truth from error, light from shadowed lies,

To see with clarity Your will behind the hidden skies.

Renew my mind by Your Spirit, wash it in Your Word.

Let every anxious thought be stilled, every lie be heard

And answered by Your promises, which are yes and amen.

Give me the power of a sound mind—again and yet again.

Amen.

Holy Ghost fire covers me.

 Holy Ghost Fire, Cover Me

A Reflection on Acts 2:3-4 and Isaiah 4:5

Holy Ghost fire, cover me—not to burn, but to shield,

Not to consume, but as a banner, a holy, heavenly field.

Let the flames of Your presence be a wall around my soul,

A covering of power that makes the broken whole.

For over all the glory there will be a canopy. (Isaiah 4:5, ESV)

Cover me in the morning, when the day is fresh and new.

Let Your fire go before me, making every pathway true.

Cover me at noontide, when the battle presses hard,

Be the shield that guards my spirit, the seal of my reward.

Cover me at evening, when the shadows gather deep,

Let Your fire be my nightlight, my sentry while I sleep.

No enemy can enter where the Holy Ghost fire falls;

It is a wall of living flame around my inner walls.

They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. (Acts 2:3)

Holy Ghost fire, cover me—my mind, my heart, my home.

Let no unclean thing linger, let no darkness roam.

For Your fire is a purifier, yet a shelter and a shade,

The refuge where my weary soul is perfectly arrayed.

So I lift my hands to receive You—not as a distant force,

But as the living, breathing Fire that sets me on my course.

Cover me, O Holy Ghost, from crown to sole, within, without.

Let Your fire be my covering, of this there is no doubt.

Amen.

Put me under your wings.

 Put Me Under Your Wings

A Reflection on Psalm 17:8 and Psalm 91:4

Put me under Your wings—where the storms cannot reach,

Where the arrows of accusation lose their speech.

Hide me in the shadow of Your sheltering grace,

Till the danger passes and I see Your face.

Keep me as the apple of Your eye; hide me in the shadow of Your wings. (Psalm 17:8)

Under Your wings, I find my rest—

A refuge for the weary, a home for the oppressed.

No predator can snatch me, no terror break my peace,

For Your feathers are my covering, Your love my safe release.

When the night is long and the tempter prowls,

When fear takes hold and my spirit howls,

I run beneath Your wing, O God,

Where the healing balm of mercy is trod.

How priceless is Your unfailing love, O God! People take refuge in the shadow of Your wings. (Psalm 36:7)

The hen gathers her brood—so You gather me,

Not with force, but with love that sets me free.

Not to confine, but to cradle and keep,

To bless me in waking, to guard me in sleep.

So I nestle close, Lord, under Your care.

No weapon formed against me can prosper there.

Put me under Your wings—today, tonight, always.

And teach me to sing, even in the darkest phase.

He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge. (Psalm 91:4)

Amen.

Guide me with Your Mighty Hands.

 Guide Me with Your Mighty Hand

A Reflection on Exodus 15:13 and Psalm 48:14

Guide me with Your mighty hand—not a gentle nudge or whispered clue,

But the strong, unwavering grip that leads me through and through.

When the path is steep and rocky, when the way is lost to sight,

Take my hand in Yours, O Lord, and be my eternal light.

In Your unfailing love You will lead the people You have redeemed. In Your strength You will guide them to Your holy dwelling. (Exodus 15:13)

Your mighty hand—that stretched out the heavens,

That parted the Red Sea, that shattered the leaven

Of Egypt's oppression and set captives free.

The same hand now reaches, dear Lord, to me.

Guide me through the wilderness of doubt and fear,

Where the way is uncertain and the enemy is near.

Let Your pillar of cloud go before me in the day,

Your pillar of fire at night to light my way.

For this God is our God for ever and ever; He will be our guide even to the end. (Psalm 48:14)

When I stumble, catch me. When I wander, draw me back.

When I grow weary of the journey and my own strength I lack,

Lift me in Your mighty hand and carry me a while,

Until I see Your promised land and rest beneath Your smile.

I trust Your hand, though I cannot see the road.

You know the valleys and the mountains, the heavy, hidden load.

Guide me with Your mighty hand—not by my will, but Yours.

You are the God who never fails; on that, my hope secures.

Amen.

Protect me from creature of night.

 Protect Me from the Creature of Night

A Reflection on Psalm 91:5-6 and Ephesians 6:12

Protect me from the creature of night—the shadow that stalks in the dark,

The whisper that hisses, the unseen spark

Of terror that crawls where the moonlight fails,

Where the enemy sets his hidden snares and rails.

You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness. (Psalm 91:5-6)

The creature of night—not beast with claw and fang,

But the lying spirit, the accuser's clang,

The nightmare that feeds on a restless mind,

The hopelessness that leaves no light behind.

But You, O Lord, are my shelter, my shield,

My fortress wall where no dark thing can yield.

When the shadows creep and the cold winds moan,

I hide in the shadow of Your throne.

For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways. (Psalm 91:11)

I plead the blood of Jesus over my door,

Over my window, over my floor.

No creature of night, no spectral form,

Can breach the peace of the One who calmed the storm.

So I rest in Your covering, safe and still,

Though the night may howl and the enemy kill.

For greater is He who is in me than any fear,

Protect me, Lord—let Your dawn appear.

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. (John 1:5)

Amen.

Bless me in the marketplace.

 Bless Me in the Marketplace

A Reflection on Deuteronomy 28:3-6 and Proverbs 16:3

Bless me in the marketplace—where business meets the day,

Where deals are made and hands are shaken, where I work and pray.

Not for dishonest gain, not for greed or selfish pride,

But for honest labor, fruitful commerce, and integrity as my guide.

You will be blessed in the city and blessed in the country. (Deuteronomy 28:3)

Bless my going out to meet the buyer and the seller,

Bless the work of my hands, the words I speak, the stories I tell.

Let fairness mark my dealings, let kindness seal my trade,

Let Your wisdom guide the choices and the profits that are made.

Bless the product I offer, the service I provide,

Let it be excellent and true, with nothing left to hide.

Let my customers be satisfied, my partners trust my name,

And let my business be a platform to glorify Your fame.

Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established. (Proverbs 16:3, ESV)

Bless me in the marketplace—in abundance and in lack,

In the rising of the market and when the economy cracks.

Teach me to be content in plenty and in need,

To be a generous giver, planting blessing as a seed.

Let my work be worship, my labor be a prayer,

Let every transaction reflect Your love and care.

Bless my competitors too, Lord; let fairness be the ground.

And when I prosper, let me share, so that many will be crowned.

And my God will supply every need of yours according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:19, ESV)

So I place my work before You, my efforts and my art.

Bless the marketplace, O Lord, and bless my humble part.

Not for my wealth alone, but for Your kingdom's increase—

Bless me in the marketplace, and let it flow with peace.

Amen.

Bless my talents.

 Bless My Talents

A Reflection on 1 Peter 4:10 and Matthew 25:14-30

Bless my talents, Lord—the gifts You’ve placed in me,

Not for my boasting, not for selfish vanity,

But for the building of Your kingdom, for the serving of Your grace,

For the glory of Your name, and the shining of Your face.

Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms. (1 Peter 4:10)

Bless the talents hidden deep—the ones I’ve yet to find,

The seeds of creativity, the strengths of heart and mind.

Bless the ones I’ve used already, the ones I’ve left untried.

Let them flourish under Your hand, and never turn aside.

Not five talents, not two, perhaps only one—

But may that one be multiplied until Your will be done.

Not buried in the ground through fear or laziness,

But invested, grown, and offered in true faithfulness.

For to everyone who has, more will be given, and he will have an abundance. (Matthew 25:29)

Bless my voice to sing or speak Your truth.

Bless my hands to build, to heal, to soothe.

Bless my mind to dream, to plan, to create.

Bless my heart to love, to serve, to wait.

So take my talents, Lord—the small and the unseen,

The ordinary offerings where Your glory intervenes.

Bless them, multiply them, use them for Your sake,

That when I stand before You, I will hear the words: “Well done, good and faithful one.”

Amen.

Bless me with an able body and sound mind.

 Bless Me with an Able Body and a Sound Mind

A Reflection on 3 John 1:2 and 2 Timothy 1:7

Bless me with an able body—strong to serve and work,

Not for my own glory, but for the tasks I do not shirk.

Let my hands be steady, my feet be sure and swift,

To carry out Your purposes, to love, to build, to lift.

Beloved, I pray that you may prosper in every way and be in health, just as your soul prospers. (3 John 1:2, AMP)

Bless me with a sound mind—clear, alert, and true,

A mind that thinks on what is lovely, noble, and new.

Guard me from confusion, from anxiety, from fear,

And let the peace of Christ rule in my thoughts, ever near.

For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind. (2 Timothy 1:7, NKJV)

An able body—not for vanity or pride,

But to run the race with patience, with the Shepherd as my guide.

When I am weak, then I am strong, for Your grace sustains me still.

Yet I ask for strength to follow, to do Your perfect will.

A sound mind—not just intelligence or wit,

But the wisdom that comes from knowing You, the discernment that will fit

Every decision, every word, every thought I hold.

Renew my mind by Your Spirit; let Your truth be my gold.

Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord and shun evil. This will bring health to your body and nourishment to your bones. (Proverbs 3:7-8)

So I receive this blessing—not for comfort, but for call.

That my body may serve others, and my mind may bless them all.

An able body, a sound mind—gifts from Your gracious hand,

To live for You, to speak for You, to serve in this good land.

Amen.

Protect me from the work of the devil.

Protect Me from the Work of the Devil

A Reflection on Ephesians 6:11 and James 4:7

Protect me from the work of the devil—his schemes, his lies, his snares,

The whispered doubts, the hidden traps, the sudden, fierce despairs.

He prowls like a hungry lion, seeking whom he may devour,

But I take refuge in the shadow of Your sovereign power.

Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. (Ephesians 6:11)

He comes as an angel of light, disguising darkness as truth.

He twists the promises of God and preys upon my youth.

He sows division, fear, and shame, and whispers I am lost.

But greater is the One in me who bore sin's every cost.

Protect me from the work of the devil—not by my might,

But by the blood of Jesus and the Spirit's holy light.

I submit to You, O God; I resist the enemy's voice.

And in that simple act of faith, I make Your will my choice.

Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. (James 4:7)

Your word is my sword, Your truth is my shield,

Your name is the stronghold where I am concealed.

No weapon formed against me shall prosper or stand,

For I am held in the palm of Your hand.

So I plead the blood of Jesus over my mind, my heart, my home.

I declare that in Christ, I am no longer the devil's own.

Protect me from his work, Lord—his arrows and his darts.

And let Your peace, Your presence, Your power guard all my parts.

Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith. (1 Peter 5:8-9)

Amen.

Bring me to Heaven's staircase

 Bring Me to the Staircase of Heaven

A Reflection on Genesis 28:12 and John 1:51

Bring me to the staircase of heaven—where earth and sky collide,

Where angels ascend and descend on the ladder that You provide.

Not a tower built by human hands, not a Babel of proud strife,

But the stairway of Your promise, the bridge between death and life.

He had a dream in which he saw a stairway resting on the earth, with its top reaching to heaven, and the angels of God were ascending and descending on it. (Genesis 28:12)

Jacob saw it—fleeing, fearful, alone,

With a stone for a pillow and no place to call his own.

Yet You showed him the connection, the conduit of grace,

And whispered, “I am with you; I will not hide My face.”

Bring me to that staircase—not in sleep, but in my waking,

Not in distant dreams, but in the path I am taking.

For the ladder is not a structure, but a Person—Christ the Lord,

The only way to heaven, the stairway we have adored.

He then added, “Very truly I tell you, you will see ‘heaven open, and the angels of God ascending and descending on’ the Son of Man.” (John 1:51)

Angels ascend and descend—bearing prayers, bringing answers,

Ministering to the heirs of salvation, the world's true dancers.

They climb the steps of Jesus, the One who bridges all,

Who tore the veil and broke the wall, who answered Adam's fall.

So lift my eyes to see the open heaven above.

Let me glimpse the stairway of Your covenant love.

Not by my striving, not by my merit, but by Your grace alone,

Bring me to the staircase—and lead me to Your throne.

Amen.

Faith like a mustard seed.

 Faith Like a Mustard Seed

A Reflection on Matthew 17:20 and Luke 17:6

Faith like a mustard seed—so small, so slight,

Yet packed with potential, with power, with might.

Not a mountain of certainty, not a fortress of stone,

But a tiny, living seed that, planted, will grow on its own.

“Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” (Matthew 17:20)

The mustard seed—unimpressive to the eye,

Easily overlooked, easily passed by.

But within it lies a forest, a shelter for the birds,

A testament that small beginnings are not empty words.

So I do not need a giant faith, a hero's mighty creed.

I only need a spark, a whisper, a mustard seed.

For the power is not in the seed, but in the One who gives the increase,

The God who takes the tiny and multiplies it into peace.

He replied, “If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it will obey you.” (Luke 17:6)

My doubts may tower like mountains, my fears may block the sun.

But even a crumb of trust in Him means the battle is already won.

I speak to the mountain, not in my own name, but in His.

And the mountain must move—for the King of kings is what it is.

So I will not despise the day of small beginnings.

I will nurture the seed of faith, though my spirit is sometimes thinnings.

For the God who began a good work in me will carry it to the end.

Faith like a mustard seed—more than enough, my friend.

Amen.

Lion of Judah.

 Lion of Judah

A Reflection on Revelation 5:5 and Genesis 49:9

Lion of Judah—roar within this place,

Let every enemy flee before Your face.

Not a tame lion, not a beast of prey,

But the King of kings who makes the darkness sway.

“See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed.” (Revelation 5:5)

From the tribe of Judah, the scepter arose,

The One whom the nations and angels will chose.

The Lion who conquers, yet came as the Lamb,

Who silenced the grave and broke every dam.

His roar is not terror, but victory's sound,

The shout that shatters the chains that have bound.

He stands in His power, majestic and true,

The Lion of Judah, forever for you.

The scepter will not depart from Judah, nor the ruler's staff from between his feet, until He to whom it belongs shall come. (Genesis 49:10)

Lion of Judah—my defender, my might,

The courage that rises when I cannot fight.

When fear would devour and hope would grow dim,

I look to the Lion, and I roar with Him.

He is not silent—He speaks through the Word,

His voice like the thunder, His promise is heard.

The Lion of Judah has already won,

The battle is over, the victory is done.

So let every heart in His presence now bow,

The Lion of Judah is reigning here now.

All hail the King, all hail the Lamb—

Lion of Judah, the great I AM.

Amen.

Deer pants for water.

 As the Deer Pants for Water

A Reflection on Psalm 42:1-2

As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for You, my God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. (Psalm 42:1-2)

As the deer pants for water—parched, desperate, dry,

So my soul longs for You, O God, beneath this empty sky.

Not a casual wish, not a passing, fleeting thought,

But a deep, consuming hunger that no other thing has bought.

The deer does not pant for comfort, for applause, for silver streams,

But for the living water that alone can quench its dreams.

So my soul does not seek blessing, nor the gifts You give away—

I seek Your face, Your presence, Lord; I seek You, come what may.

When I am dry and weary, when the world has left me spent,

You are the well that never fails, the spring that heaven sent.

My tears have been my bread, my fears have been my night,

But my soul still thirsts for You, O God—the living, giving Light.

So I will keep on seeking, though the journey seems so long.

I will pant for You, I will call to You, I will sing my desperate song.

For You alone can satisfy the longing in my chest.

As the deer pants for water, Lord, I come to You for rest.

Amen.

What a Faithful God we have.

 What a Faithful God We Have

A Reflection on Lamentations 3:22-23 and 2 Timothy 2:13

What a faithful God we have—not a distant, changing force,

But a covenant-keeping Father who remains our steady source.

Through every season, every trial, every shadow, every light,

His faithfulness endures—a never-failing, burning bright.

Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. (Lamentations 3:22-23)

Faithful when we stumble, when our own strength fails the test.

Faithful when we wander, when we cannot find our rest.

Faithful in the waiting, in the silence and the pain.

Faithful in the harvest, in the sunshine and the rain.

He does not change with circumstances, nor His promise break.

He is not a man that He should lie, nor sleep, nor slumber, nor forsake.

When we are faithless, He remains—for He cannot deny Himself.

His faithfulness is not a trophy on a distant, dusty shelf.

If we are faithless, He remains faithful, for He cannot disown Himself. (2 Timothy 2:13)

From generation to generation, His faithfulness is told.

To Abraham, to Moses, to the young and to the old.

In the wilderness, He provided; in the furnace, He was there.

On the cross, He purchased freedom; from the grave, He rose to cheer.

So I will sing of His great faithfulness—not because I've earned,

But because His lovingkindness is a lesson I have learned.

What a faithful God we have—my soul, repeat the strain.

His mercies are new every morning, and His faithfulness will reign.

Great is Your faithfulness. (Lamentations 3:23, KJV)

Amen.

Bless me God.

 Bless Me, God

A Prayer for Divine Favor

Bless me, God—not for my deserving,

But for Your mercy, ever present, never swerving.

Let Your face shine upon me like the morning sun,

And let me know the race of grace is already won.

The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine on you and be gracious to you. (Numbers 6:24-25)

Bless my going out and my coming in.

Bless the work of my hands, the hopes within.

Bless my rest at night, my rising in the day,

And lead me in Your truth, the straight and narrow way.

Bless my heart with peace that passes understanding.

Bless my spirit with joy, in every season standing.

Bless my lips with words that heal and never harm.

Bless my life, O Lord, as a shelter from the storm.

The Lord will send a blessing on your barns and on everything you put your hand to. (Deuteronomy 28:8)

Bless me, God—not for my comfort only,

But that I may be a blessing to the lonely.

Let Your goodness flow through me to others near,

That they may see Your love and cast out fear.

So I receive Your blessing with a grateful heart.

Not by my merit, but by Your gracious art.

Bless me, God—and I will bless Your name.

Forever. Amen.