I worship at your feet.

 I Worship at Your Feet

A Reflection on Psalm 95:6 and Luke 7:37-38

I worship at Your feet—not from a distance, not from pride,

But low and broken, humbled, with nothing left to hide.

Here, where the sinner meets the Saviour, where the weary find their rest,

I lay my heart, my fears, my failures upon Your faithful breast.

Oh come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before the Lord our Maker. (Psalm 95:6)

At Your feet, the woman washed them with her tears,

Dried them with her hair, poured perfume, conquering years

Of shame and judgment. And You said, “Your sins are forgiven.”

At Your feet, the broken find that earth has become heaven.

At Your feet, Mary sat and listened, choosing the better part.

At Your feet, the disciples laid their cloaks before the triumphal start.

At Your feet, Thomas fell and cried, “My Lord and my God!”

At Your feet, we learn to walk the path the saints have trod.

“Lord, I am not worthy to have You come under my roof. But just say the word, and my servant will be healed.” (Matthew 8:8)

I worship at Your feet—not with eloquent words,

But with the quiet offering of a heart that has been heard.

You do not despise my trembling, my stuttering, my small.

You bend low to lift me up, to answer when I call.

So I pour upon Your feet the alabaster of my soul—

My worship, my devotion, my letting go of control.

There is no higher place to stand than kneeling at Your feet,

Where mercy and forgiveness, where love and grace repeat.

One thing I have asked from the Lord, that I shall seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord and to meditate in His temple. (Psalm 27:4)

I worship at Your feet. There I belong.

I worship at Your feet. Let this be my song.

Amen.

Lord, You are Holy and Righteous.

 Lord, You Are Holy and Righteous

A Reflection on Psalm 145:17 and Revelation 15:3-4

Lord, You are holy—set apart, a flame apart,

No shadow, no impurity, no stain within Your heart.

The seraphim cry holy, the elders cast their crowns,

And heaven's temple fills with smoke as glory shakes the grounds.

“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty.” (Revelation 4:8)

Holy—not a cold and distant purity,

But the blazing, tender wholeness that draws the broken to Thee.

You are not like us, yet You bend to lift our fallen race,

And in Your holiness, we find a safe and healing place.

Lord, You are righteous—perfect in all Your ways,

Your judgments true, Your mercy just, Your love an endless blaze.

Every path You take is straight; every verdict, fair.

You do not twist the scales of right, nor turn a blind eye to despair.

The Lord is righteous in all His ways and kind in all His works. (Psalm 145:17)

Righteous—not to crush, but to restore;

To vindicate the wronged, to open every prison door.

Your righteousness is not a sword of cold, unfeeling law,

But the loving hand of justice that makes the broken whole and saw.

So we bow before Your holiness, we trust Your righteous ways.

In a world of shifting shadows, You are the undimmable blaze.

Lord, You are holy and righteous—and we confess Your name.

No one is like You, glorious forever, always the same.

“Great and marvelous are Your deeds, Lord God Almighty. Just and true are Your ways, King of the nations. Who will not fear You, Lord, and bring glory to Your name? For You alone are holy.” (Revelation 15:3-4)

Amen.

I bind all evil and I loose blessing into our life.

 I Bind All Evil and Loose Blessings into Our Life

A Reflection on Matthew 16:19 and 18:18

I bind all evil—not by my own authority,

But by the power of Jesus' blood, the price He paid for me.

I bind the works of darkness, the whispers and the lies,

The hidden snares, the sudden fears, the sickness that defies.

“Whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.” (Matthew 16:19, AMP)

I bind the spirit of division, of strife, of bitter root.

I bind the hands of the enemy that seek to steal the fruit.

I bind confusion, anxiety, the torment of the night.

I bind all curses, generational chains, and put them to flight.

And I loose blessings into our life—a flood, a river, a rain.

Not by my worth, but by Christ's victory, by His suffering and His reign.

I loose peace that passes understanding, a calm beyond the storm.

I loose provision, timely and abundant, keeping our spirits warm.

“Truly I tell you, whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.” (Matthew 18:18)

I loose healing—for body, soul, and mind.

I loosing purpose, a calling, a vision, a destiny designed.

I loose joy that rises like the morning sun,

I loose favor, open doors, a race that is well run.

I loose protection over our home, our family, our way.

I loose wisdom for decisions, for the words we choose to say.

I loose love—strong, patient, kind, the agape from above.

I loose hope—the anchor of the soul, the certainty of His love.

So I declare it done—in the name of Jesus, King.

What is bound is broken; what is loosed now takes its wing.

Not by my striving, but by the Spirit's fire and might.

I bind all evil. I loose all blessing. This day, this hour, this night.

Amen.

Jesus, only Name to be saved.

 Jesus, the Only Name to Be Saved

A Reflection on Acts 4:12 and John 14:6

Jesus, only name to be saved—not one among a crowd,

Not a path among the many, not a voice that's barely loud.

No other name in heaven or on earth beneath the sky

Can rescue fallen sinners, can lift the soul so high.

Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved. (Acts 4:12)

Not by the works of righteousness that we have done,

Not by the race we've run, the battles we have won.

Not by the creeds we memorize, the prayers we pray aloud,

But by this single name: Jesus, the grace of God endowed.

Only name—not exclusive to condemn,

But inclusive to welcome every child of men.

For the door is narrow, but it opens wide

To all who come to Jesus, with nothing left to hide.

“I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.” (John 14:6)

The only name that breaks the chains of guilt and shame and fear,

The only name that makes the deaf to hear, the blind to see so clear,

The only name that conquers death, that opens up the grave,

The only name that has the power and the will to save.

So I will not be ashamed to speak this name aloud,

To trust in no other refuge, to no other be vowed.

Jesus, only name to be saved—my hope, my peace, my plea.

Let all who hear believe in Him, and find eternity.

Amen.

Son of David, set me free.

 Son of David, Set Me Free

A Reflection on Matthew 9:27 and Mark 10:47-48

Son of David, set me free—I cry out from my blindness,

From the chains of fear and doubt, from the grip of hopelessness.

The crowd may tell me to be silent, to hide my desperate need,

But I have heard of Your compassion, and I will not cease to plead.

Two blind men followed Him, crying out, “Have mercy on us, Son of David!” (Matthew 9:27)

Son of David—the heir to the eternal throne,

The promised King, yet You walk among us, never alone.

You have the keys of David, the power to open doors,

To release the captive, to heal the wounded, to restore.

Set me free from the prisons I have built with my own hands,

From the patterns of sin, from the shackles of other lands.

Free me from the lies that whisper I am not enough,

From the fear of failure, from the memories that are rough.

“Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” (Mark 10:47)

You stopped for Bartimaeus; You heard his urgent shout.

You did not pass him by; You turned and cast his darkness out.

So I call to You today, Lord—I will not hold my peace.

Son of David, set me free—let my captivity cease.

Free my mind to think on what is pure and true.

Free my heart to love the way You love me through.

Free my will to follow wherever You may lead.

Son of David, set me free—for You alone can meet this need.

“What do you want Me to do for you?” Jesus asked. “Rabbi, I want to see.” “Go,” said Jesus, “your faith has healed you.” Immediately he received his sight. (Mark 10:51-52)

I want to see. I want to be free.

Son of David, have mercy on me.

Amen.

Jesus name Exalted.

 Jesus, Name Above All Names

A Reflection on Philippians 2:9-11 and Acts 4:12

Jesus, name above all names—not just higher, but supreme;

The name that wakes the dead to life, the name that breaks the dream

Of sin and shame and sorrow, the name that demons flee,

The name that calms the raging storm and stills the troubled sea.

Therefore God exalted Him to the highest place and gave Him the name that is above every name. (Philippians 2:9)

No other name in heaven can claim what this name claims.

No other name can wash away the guilt of all our shames.

No other name can open heaven's door and welcome in

The poorest, worst, most broken soul—forgiven from all sin.

Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved. (Acts 4:12)

Above all names of power—of Caesar, king, or throne,

Of science, wealth, or wisdom, or any claim to own

The hearts of men—Your name alone stands true and everlast.

No other name can give us peace that holds us firm and fast.

Jesus—the name the angels sing around the throne of God.

Jesus—the name the saints proclaim who once through valleys trod.

Jesus—the name we whisper in the darkness and the light,

The name that turns our fear to faith, our wrong to right.

At the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. (Philippians 2:10-11)

So let my lips confess it—in the morning and the night,

In the valley of the shadow and in the victory's light.

Jesus, name above all names—my refuge and my song,

The name in which I live and move, the name to which I long

To cling forever. Worthy, worthy, worthy is the Lamb.

Jesus, name above all names—the great I AM.

Amen.

Bless us in your Loving arms.

 Bless Us in Your Loving Arms

A Reflection on Deuteronomy 33:27 and Psalm 17:8

Bless us in Your loving arms—not the arms of mortal man,

But the everlasting arms that hold the universe's span.

They are the arms that shaped the mountains, that carved the ocean deep,

Yet they cradle every child who comes, and all their promises keep.

The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms. (Deuteronomy 33:27)

Bless us—not just with provision, not just with peace from strife,

But with the sense of being held, of being known, of being alive.

For in Your arms, the restless heart finds its true home,

And the wandering soul discovers it never has to roam.

Your loving arms—a fortress, a shelter, a warm embrace,

A hiding place for the weary, a sanctuary of grace.

When the world is cold and harsh, when friends fall away,

Your arms are there to gather us and teach our hearts to pray.

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

Bless us as we rise in the morning, before the day's demands.

Bless us as we lay our heads at night, held in Your scarred hands.

Bless our going out and coming in, our laughter and our tears,

Assuring us that in Your arms, we have nothing left to fear.

So we rest in Your embrace—not worthy, but beloved.

Not perfect, but pursued. Not strong, but kept and moved.

Bless us in Your loving arms, O Lord, today and every day,

Until we see You face to face and there forever stay.

Amen.

Jesus, My Saviour.

 Jesus, My Saviour

A Reflection on Matthew 1:21 and Titus 2:13-14

Jesus, my Saviour—the name that means You save,

Not from earthly troubles, but from the grip of the grave.

You came to seek and to save the lost,

To pay the debt I could not pay, whatever the cost.

She will give birth to a son, and you are to give Him the name Jesus, because He will save His people from their sins. (Matthew 1:21)

Saviour—not a title, but a mission fulfilled,

A promise spoken, a covenant sealed.

You did not come to condemn the world, but to rescue,

To lift the fallen, to heal, to freshen.

From the law's curse, You set me free,

From the power of sin, from enmity.

From the fear of death, from the accuser's blast,

From the empty future, from the hopeless past.

He gave Himself for us to redeem us from all wickedness and to purify for Himself a people that are His very own, eager to do what is good. (Titus 2:14)

Jesus, my Saviour—not just a creed I hold,

But a living, breathing reality, more precious than gold.

When I was drowning, You reached out Your hand.

When I was wandering, You helped me stand.

So I will trust You with my today, my tomorrow,

My joy, my sorrow, my all that I borrow.

For You are not only the Saviour of the world,

But Jesus, my Saviour—my banner unfurled.

Amen.

Jesus, I love you.

 Jesus, I Love You

A Reflection on John 21:15-17 and 1 John 4:19

Jesus, I love You—not with perfect love,

Not with a heart that never wanders, never pushes, never shoves.

But with a love that You have planted, watered by Your grace,

A simple, honest, broken love that seeks to see Your face.

“Simon, son of John, do you love Me?” He said, “Yes, Lord, You know that I love You.” (John 21:15)

I love You because You first loved me—

Before I knew my need, before I could bend the knee.

You saw me in my rebellion, my wandering, my shame,

And still You whispered, “I choose you. I will never be the same.”

My love is not a payment, not a work to earn a prize.

It is the rising of the sun when I look into Your eyes.

It is the first thought in the morning, the last before I sleep,

The silent, steady heartbeat that only You can keep.

We love because He first loved us. (1 John 4:19)

Jesus, I love You—in the ordinary and the grand,

With a trembling voice or with a lifted hand.

When I feel Your presence close, or when the sky is gray,

I love You. Help my love to grow more real each day.

It is not a perfect love, but it is true.

It is the only gift I bring, the only one I knew

Would please Your heart—not eloquence, not sacrifice,

But simply this: Jesus, I love You. Once, twice, thrice.

Amen.

Jesus, My Personal Lord.

 Jesus, My Personal Lord

A Reflection on John 20:28 and Revelation 3:20

Jesus, my personal Lord—not a distant figure in a book,

Not a name I only speak when I am in a holy nook.

You are the Lord of my waking, the Lord of my rest,

The One who knows my rising up and knows my sleeping breast.

Thomas answered Him, “My Lord and my God!” (John 20:28)

Personal—not general, not for everyone the same,

But intimately mine, yet never mine to claim

Without the wonder that You choose to dwell within this heart,

To make my life Your temple, to set me apart.

My Lord—not a tyrant, but a Shepherd who leads,

Who knows my weaknesses, who supplies my every need.

You call me by my name, and I recognize Your voice.

In You, I have made the only eternal choice.

Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with Me. (Revelation 3:20)

I have opened the door—not once, but every day.

You have come in to sup with me, to wash my fears away.

Not a distant monarch, but a friend who stays so near,

Who whispers in the silence, “Child, I am here.”

Jesus, my personal Lord—You know my secret thoughts,

The battles that I fight, the grace that I have sought.

You are not surprised by my failures or my doubt.

You are the anchor holding me when storms would toss me about.

“Why do you call Me ‘Lord, Lord,’ and not do what I tell you?” (Luke 6:46) — yet still,

You wait for my obedience, not to earn, but to fulfill

The love that flows from our relationship, from the intimacy we share.

My Lord, my personal Lord—I place my life in Your care.

Amen.

Emmanuel, God with us.

 Emmanuel — God with Us

A Reflection on Matthew 1:23 and Isaiah 7:14

Emmanuel—God with us, not a distant, silent king,

But the Maker of the universe, the source of everything,

Came down to walk beside us, to breathe our dusty air,

To feel our pain, to bear our grief, to answer every prayer.

“Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and they shall call His name Immanuel” (which means, God with us). (Matthew 1:23)

God with us—not above us, watching from a star,

But here, in flesh and blood, to heal the things we are.

He did not stay in heaven, untouched by human strife;

He entered our condition, He tasted death, He gave us life.

In the manger, God with us—helpless, small, and mild.

In the carpenter shop, God with us—working, growing, reconciled

To ordinary labor, to the rhythm of the day,

To show that every sacred task is a form of prayer and play.

All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said by the prophet: “Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and they shall call His name Immanuel.” (Matthew 1:22-23)

On the cross, God with us—forsaken, yet not alone.

In the tomb, God with us—silent, yet still known.

At the right hand of the Father, God with us—interceding still.

And in the Spirit, God with us**—to guide us, teach us, fill.

Emmanuel—not a memory, not a past event.

You are the present promise that will never be unspent.

Wherever two or three are gathered, there You are.

In every broken heart that cries, You are not far.

“I am with you always, to the end of the age.” (Matthew 28:20)

So I rest in this great truth—no valley, no dark night

Can separate me from the One who is my light.

Emmanuel, God with us—my comfort, hope, and song.

In life, in death, in everything, I know I still belong.

Amen.

Jesus, Name above all Name.

 Jesus, Name Above All Names

A Reflection on Philippians 2:9-11 and Acts 4:12

Jesus, name above all names—not just higher, but supreme;

The name that wakes the dead to life, the name that breaks the dream

Of sin and shame and sorrow, the name that demons flee,

The name that calms the raging storm and stills the troubled sea.

Therefore God exalted Him to the highest place and gave Him the name that is above every name. (Philippians 2:9)

No other name in heaven can claim what this name claims.

No other name can wash away the guilt of all our shames.

No other name can open heaven's door and welcome in

The poorest, worst, most broken soul—forgiven from all sin.

Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved. (Acts 4:12)

Above all names of power—of Caesar, king, or throne,

Of science, wealth, or wisdom, or any claim to own

The hearts of men—Your name alone stands true and everlast.

No other name can give us peace that holds us firm and fast.

Jesus—the name the angels sing around the throne of God.

Jesus—the name the saints proclaim who once through valleys trod.

Jesus—the name we whisper in the darkness and the light,

The name that turns our fear to faith, our wrong to right.

At the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. (Philippians 2:10-11)

So let my lips confess it—in the morning and the night,

In the valley of the shadow and in the victory's light.

Jesus, name above all names—my refuge and my song,

The name in which I live and move, the name to which I long

To cling forever. Worthy, worthy, worthy is the Lamb.

Jesus, name above all names—the great I AM.

Amen.

Jesus, beautiful Saviour.

 Jesus, Beautiful Saviour

A Reflection on Isaiah 33:17 and Psalm 45:2

Jesus, beautiful Saviour—not handsome in the way of men,

But radiant with the glory that was veiled and hidden then.

Your beauty is not symmetry of feature or of frame,

But the splendor of Your sacrifice, the holiness of Your name.

You are the most excellent of men and Your lips have been anointed with grace. (Psalm 45:2)

Beautiful in the manger—the helpless, holy child,

Whose quiet breath would speak the words that tame the raging wild.

Beautiful in the garden, where drops of blood like sweat

Fell to the ground while angels wept at what their King would get.

Beautiful on the cross—stripped, mocked, and crucified,

Yet there the beauty of Your love could never, ever hide.

For nails could not contain the grace that flowed from every wound,

And darkness could not comprehend the Light that was entombed.

Your eyes will see the King in His beauty. (Isaiah 33:17)

But the most beautiful morning—the stone rolled away, the empty grave,

The risen Lord, the death-defeated, the mighty one to save.

Now seated at the Father's side, with scars upon Your throne,

You are the fairest of ten thousand, and You call me Your own.

Jesus, beautiful Saviour—my heart is captured by Your face.

In all the universe, there is no other, no other place

Where beauty and forgiveness, where justice and where grace

So perfectly embrace.

Beautiful Saviour. My soul's true delight.

Beautiful Saviour. Turn my darkness into light.

Amen.

I give You My All

 I Give You My All

A Reflection on Romans 12:1 and Mark 12:30

I give You my all—not a portion, not a part,

But the whole of my being—my mind, my soul, my heart.

No more holding back the pieces that I thought I'd keep,

No more offering promises that I fail to reap.

Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength. (Mark 12:30)

Take my dreams—the ones I've cradled close.

Take my fears—the ones I hide the most.

Take my time, my treasure, my tomorrows yet unknown.

Take my victories and failures—make them all Your own.

I give You my hands to serve, my feet to go.

I give You my voice to praise, my heart to grow.

I give You my weaknesses, for in them You are strong.

I give You my strengths—to You they all belong.

Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship. (Romans 12:1)

Not just the "yes" of a single hour,

But the daily, dying, rising flower

Of surrender, of dependence, of trusting in Your plan.

I give You my all. I am Yours, O Lamb.

Take me, break me, shape me, fill me, send me out.

This is my sacrifice of praise, my joyful shout.

I give You my all—not because I have so much to give,

But because in giving, I truly start to live.

Amen.

We magnify your name.

 We Magnify Your Name

A Reflection on Psalm 34:3 and Psalm 145:1-3

We magnify Your name—not because You grow in stature,

But because our hearts expand to grasp Your every feature.

Like a lens that brings the distant star into clearer view,

We magnify to see the depths of love that made us new.

Oh, magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt His name together! (Psalm 34:3)

We magnify Your name—through the whisper and the roar,

Through the silence of the valley and the victory’s open door.

Not to add to Your perfection, but to lift our eyes above

The clutter of our worries, and to fill our mouths with love.

Your name is already great, already high and lifted up.

Yet we magnify like children lifting up a cup

To catch the morning sunlight—not to make the sunlight more,

But to be filled with radiance we never knew before.

Great is the Lord and most worthy of praise; His greatness no one can fathom. (Psalm 145:3)

So let our lives be magnifiers—each thought, each word, each deed,

A lens that brings Your glory to the friend who is in need.

Let our homes, our work, our worship, all our joys and all our strife,

Magnify the name of Jesus—the way, the truth, the life.

We magnify Your name—not with instruments alone,

But with hands that serve, with feet that go, with hearts that have become a throne

For Your presence, Your power, Your peace, Your reign.

We magnify Your name. Amen. Amen.

Amen.

Glory to the Lamb

 Glory to the Lamb

A Reflection on Revelation 5:12-13 and John 1:29

Glory to the Lamb—the One who was slain,

Yet lives forevermore to break every chain.

Not with the roar of a lion alone,

But with the silent love that made salvation known.

“Worthy is the Lamb who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!” (Revelation 5:12)

Glory for the manger—the cradle of a King.

Glory for the carpenter—the hands that learned to bring

Forgiveness to the guilty, healing to the blind.

Glory for the Teacher—the truth for all mankind.

But highest glory—for the cross, the crown of thorn,

The body broken, the spirit torn.

Glory for the silence when He did not defend,

Glory for the love that refuses to end.

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)

Glory to the Lamb who rose from Joseph’s grave,

Who conquered death’s dark prison and the power to enslave.

Now seated on the throne, with every tribe and tongue,

The chorus of the ages to the Lamb is sung.

So I add my voice—though small, though weak, though frail—

To the endless, mighty anthem that will never fail.

Glory to the Lamb—my Savior, my God, my King.

Let all creation shout and let the heavens ring.

Amen.

Glory is your name.

 Glory Is Your Name

A Reflection on Psalm 8:1, 9 and Psalm 72:19

Glory is Your name—not just a title or a word,

But the heaviness of who You are, the truest ever heard.

When we speak Your name, we speak of light unending,

Of holiness, of mercy, of a love that keeps on bending

Down to rescue rebels, to lift the fallen, to heal the lame.

Glory is Your name.

O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is Your name in all the earth! (Psalm 8:1, 9)

Your name is glory—not a trophy to be shown,

But the shining of Your character, the essence You have known

From everlasting to everlasting—the same today as then.

Your name is glory, and it draws the hearts of men.

The seraphim cry, “Holy,” the elders cast their crowns,

And all the hosts of heaven speak the name that has no bounds.

For glory is not something You acquire or You wear;

It is the radiant atmosphere of everything You are, everywhere.

Blessed be His glorious name forever; may the whole earth be filled with His glory! Amen and Amen. (Psalm 72:19)

So I lift my hands and heart to You, the King of endless glory.

Your name is written on my soul—my life, my song, my story.

Let my worship rise as incense, let my every breath proclaim:

Glory, glory, glory is Your name.

Amen.

Praise to the Lord.

 Praise to the Lord

A Reflection on Psalm 150:1-6 and Psalm 103:1-2

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!

O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation!

All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near;

Join me in glad adoration!

Praise the Lord, my soul; all my inmost being, praise His holy name. (Psalm 103:1)

Praise to the Lord, who o’er all things so wondrously reigneth,

Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!

Hast thou not seen how thy desires e’er have been

Granted in what He ordaineth?

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord! (Psalm 150:6)

Praise to the Lord, who hath fearfully, wonderfully made thee;

Health hath vouchsafed and, when heedlessly falling, hath stayed thee.

What need or grief ever hath failed of relief?

Wings of His mercy did shade thee.

I will praise You, Lord my God, with all my heart; I will glorify Your name forever. (Psalm 86:12)

Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;

Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee.

Ponder anew what the Almighty can do,

If with His love He befriend thee.

So let my waking hours, my sleeping, my breathing,

Be filled with the praise that from gratitude is wreathing.

Praise to the Lord—let the whole earth reply,

Now and through eternity, ever and nigh.

Amen.

Save me, Lord.

 Save Me, Lord

A Reflection on Psalm 69:1-2 and Matthew 14:30

Save me, Lord—the waters rise to my neck,

The flood of trouble, the shipwreck, the wreck

Of all my plans, my hopes, my strength.

I sink in deep mire; I cannot go to any length

To rescue myself from this miry clay.

Save me, Lord—I have no other way.

Save me, O God, for the waters have come up to my neck. I sink in the miry depths, where there is no foothold. (Psalm 69:1-2)

Like Peter on the stormy sea, I took my eyes off You.

The wind and waves of fear and doubt became my only view.

I cry out, “Lord, I’m sinking! Stretch out Your hand to me!”

And You reach through the chaos, saying, “Child, why did you flee?

But I am here. Take heart. I will not let you fall.”

Save me, Lord—be my all in all.

Immediately Jesus reached out His hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” He said, “why did you doubt?” (Matthew 14:31)

Save me from the pit of shame, the quicksand of regret,

From the lies that whisper, “You are done, you are not free yet.”

Lift me from the mud and mire, set my feet upon the Rock.

Put a new song in my mouth, unlock the prison lock.

Save me, Lord—not by my merit, but by grace,

And let me find my hiding place upon Your wounded face.

He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. (Psalm 40:2)

Save me, Lord—today, each hour, each breath.

For You are the Savior who conquered sin and death.

Not just for eternity, but for this present dark.

Be my deliverance, my shield, my ark.

I trust You, Jesus. You have never failed me yet.

Save me, Lord. In Your salvation, I am set.

Amen.

A thousand Hallelujah.

 A Thousand Hallelujahs

A Reflection on Revelation 19:1-3 and Psalm 150:6

A thousand hallelujahs—not enough to sing Your praise,

Yet every one is precious as our grateful hearts we raise.

A thousand tongues, a thousand harps, a thousand voices strong,

Could never reach the summit of the glory that belongs

To You, our King, our Savior, the Lamb upon the throne.

A thousand hallelujahs only whisper what we’ve known.

After this I heard what sounded like the roar of a great multitude in heaven shouting: “Hallelujah! Salvation and glory and power belong to our God.” (Revelation 19:1)

One hallelujah—for the cross, the empty grave.

One hallelujah—for the life You freely gave.

One hallelujah—for the mercy new each day.

One hallelujah—for the Spirit who leads the way.

A thousand hallelujahs—for the morning sun that shines,

For the healing of the broken, for the untangling of the vines.

For the bread upon the table, for the shelter from the storm,

For the promise of His presence keeping all the weary warm.

Praise the Lord! Praise God in His sanctuary; praise Him in His mighty heavens! (Psalm 150:1)

But a thousand hallelujahs only start the endless song.

When we reach the other side, we will keep singing all along.

Ten thousand, hundred thousand—never, ever cease,

For the Lord our God Almighty reigns in everlasting peace.

So let my life be hallelujah—not just lips, but living proof.

A thousand moments, thousand ways, from the altar to the roof.

A thousand hallelujahs rise—and still they are too few.

But You receive each one with love, and make them fresh and new.

For the Lord our God Almighty reigns. Let us rejoice and be glad and give Him glory! (Revelation 19:6-7)

Hallelujah. Hallelujah. A thousand times, amen.

Amen.