Lord of Lord, King of King.

 Lord of Lords, King of Kings

You are Lord of lords, King of kings—

The Sovereign above all thrones that earthly power brings.

Before whom every scepter,crown, and rule must fall,

The Alpha and Omega,the first and last of all.

The supreme, unrivalled Sovereign.

Your majesty is not in jewels or gilded seat,

But in the nail-scarred hands that make the work complete.

For You achieved Your kingdom not by force of sword,

But by the whispered love of a suffering Lord.

...the Lord of lords and the King of kings... (Revelation 17:14)

...God, the blessed and only Ruler, the King of kings and Lord of lords...(1 Timothy 6:15)

The kings of earth will fade like shadows in the sun,

Their fleeting days of glory,one by one, are done.

But You,eternal Monarch, reign on heaven's throne,

Your government and peace shall never be overthrown.

You are the King who rides a donkey, meek and low,

Whose coronation crown was thorns,that we might know

The depth of royal love that conquers from the cross,

And counts the world's whole empire as worthless,total loss.

So let my heart be Your kingdom, my will Your humble land.

Rule over every passion by the grace of Your command.

For I own no other master;to You alone I sing:

My Lord of lords, my King of kings.

And on that final morning, when every eye shall see

The fullness of the glory that has always been,

A thunderous acclamation from all created things

Will shake the universe:“Lord of lords! King of kings!”

Worthy are You to take all power and praise.

Amen.

We are your People.

 We Are Your People

We are Your people.

Not by our merit,not by ancestral claim,

But called and claimed by mercy,in the power of Your name.

You sought us in our wandering,drew us from the dark,

And on our hearts You wrote Your own distinctive mark.

But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. (1 Peter 2:9)

We are the sheep who hear the Shepherd’s voice,

The ones who,by Your grace, made Your love our choice.

The called-out ones,the temple where Your Spirit dwells,

A story of redemption that Your faithfulness tells.

We are a people purchased, not with silver or with gold,

But by the precious blood that the sacred Lamb foretold.

A covenant community,a body, and a bride,

In You,O Lord, forever unified.

I will be your God, and you will be my people. (Leviticus 26:12)

So bind us to each other with the cord of perfect love,

And fix our gaze together on the promises above.

Make us a city shining on a hill for all to see,

A living testament of what Your boundless grace can be.

For we are not our own. Our lives are Yours to mold.

We are Your people now,and a story to be told.

From every tribe and nation,one chorus we shall raise—

An endless hymn of worship to the honor of Your name.

We are Your people.

Held.Forgiven. Called. Your own.

Amen.

How Great is your name.

 How Great Is Your Name

O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is Your name in all the earth!

It is not a mere sound,a title of birth,

But the full weight of glory,the sum of all You are—

A blazing,uncontained, celestial star.

How great is Your name.

Your name is the fortress where the righteous run and hide,

The banner lifted high where every promise does abide.

It is theshepherd’s call that stills the trembling soul,

The sovereign word that speaks and makes the shattered whole.

How majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory in the heavens. (Psalm 8:1)

Before a star was kindled, Your name was "I AM."

Before the world had form,before the fall of man.

It echoes through the ages,from Sinai’s smoking height

To a quiet Galilean hill in the soft,forgiving light.

Your name is power—it shatters every chain.

Your name ismercy—it washes every stain.

It is theonly name where hope and healing meet,

The signature of love,triumphant and complete.

Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow... (Philippians 2:9-10)

So let the heavens thunder it. Let the rolling sea proclaim.

Let every heart in wonder confess its matchless fame.

For when the final chorus of all creation swells,

It will be the story that every story tells.

How great, O Lord, is Your name!

Beyond the highest praise our tongues can frame,

From everlasting unto everlasting,

You are the same.

And Your great name—Jesus—shall be forever on our lips,

The harbor of our souls on all our earthly trips.

Amen.

Your name is Jesus.

 Your Name Is Jesus

Your name is Jesus—the name the angel spoke

Before the world awoke to Mary’s“yes,”

The Word made flesh to dwell in our distress,

The only name in which our hopelessness is broke.

Jesus.

The sweetness of it calms the storm and stills the soul,

The power of it makes the broken sinner whole.

A name like no other,whispered at the start,

And shouted from the depths of every rescued heart.

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)

Your name is power. At its sound, the demons flee,

The fevered brow is cooled,the blind begin to see.

It is the key that turns the lock on death’s own door,

The name above all names,whom heaven and earth adore.

Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow... (Philippians 2:9-10)

Your name is promise. Yahweh saves, the covenant kept.

The well of living water,from which all grace is swept.

The answer to the ache in every age and cry,

The bridge that spans the chasm between the Holy and the high.

Salvation is its meaning; Salvation is its call.

The hope of Adam’s offspring,the Savior for us all.

No other name is given beneath the boundless sky

By which we must be saved,or truly live, or die.

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)

So let my life be an echo of this name so sweet and strong.

Let every act of love confess where I belong.

In trial or in triumph,in joy or in the test,

Your name,O Jesus, is my hiding place and rest.

Jesus.

My prayer.My song. My shield. My story.

My Redeemer in His glory.

The first and final word I’ll ever need to know.

Your name is Jesus.

And my heart will tell you so.

Amen.

Lion of Judah.

 The Lion of Judah

Behold the Lion of the Tribe of Judah,

The Root of David—ancient,strong, and true.

His roar is not of terror,but of triumph breaking through,

The sound that shatters chains and makes the heavens new.

The Lion of Judah.

He does not prowl in shadows, hunting for the weak,

But stands in regal power,the mighty One we seek.

His mane is like the radiance of the golden,coming dawn;

All enemies will scatter before Him,and be gone.

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

Yet wonder at this mystery, and let your spirit kneel:

This conquering Lion is also the wounded Lamb who heals.

The victory He carries was won upon the cross;

His majesty was perfected in surrender and in loss.

For the roar that silences the foe is the voice that spoke, “Forgive.”

The claim that ends all conflict is the love that died to let us live.

He is the fierce Protector and the gentle,guiding King,

The source of every battle cry,the peace to which we cling.

So let the earth fall silent. Let every heart prepare.

The Lion-Lamb is moving on the winds of prayer.

He comes to claim His own,to finish what He swore—

The universe will echo with the Lion’s final roar.

All honour, strength, and glory to the One upon the throne,

The Lion of Judah, who claims us as His own.

Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.

How Great is your Way.

 How Great Is Your Way

How great is Your way—higher than the mind can chart,

A boundless,deep ocean beyond the shores of my heart.

It courses through the cosmos,yet finds the sparrow’s fall,

A mystery of wisdom that cradles,governs all.

How great is Your way.

It is not a path of mine, widened by my demand,

But a holy,unfolding work from an unseen Hand.

A tapestry where sorrow and joy are woven tight,

Where darkness serves the purpose of revealing greater light.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” (Isaiah 55:8-9)

Your way led through the waters, a highway through the sea.

Your way was in a manger,for all the world to see.

Your way climbed up a hilltop,to a cruel and lonely cross,

To turn our greatest tragedy into eternal gain,not loss.

It is the narrow road that leads to life and peace,

Where striving finds its rest,and every craving finds release.

A way of perfect justice,clothed in mercy’s gentle sway,

A paradox of power that takes a servant’s shape to save.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. (Proverbs 3:5-6)

So I will not lean on the logic of my sight,

For Your great way is perfect,and Your burden is light.

I will walk by faith,not by the map I’d planned to keep,

For You go before me through valleys dark and deep.

How great, how glorious, how good is Your way—

From the dawn of creation to the end of days.

I surrender my own.Lead me, Lord, I pray.

Your way is love.Your way is life.

Your way is great.

Amen.

Mighty in Power.

 Mighty in Power

Mighty in power—the voice that spoke the dawn,

That hung the stars in place and taught the eagle’s brawn.

The strength that carved the canyons,poured the seven seas,

And rides the thundercloud with sovereign ease.

Mighty in power.

Yet not a force unfeeling, distant, cold, or grim,

But power with a purpose,vested wholly in Him—

To save,to break the chains no human hand could part,

To write His law of love on the yielded heart.

The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary... He gives strength to the weary. (Isaiah 40:28-29)

Your might was in the whisper that stilled the raging storm,

In the hand that touched the leper,reshaping human form.

It blazed in silent triumph when,upon the tree,

Lovechose the way of weakness to forever set us free.

For Your greatest power was not in the earthquake’s rending sound,

But in the breath that whispered,“Father, forgive them,” from the ground.

And in the glorious morning when death itself was slain—

The might that rolled the stone is the might that now can reign.

That power is the same as the mighty strength he exerted when he raised Christ from the dead. (Ephesians 1:19-20)

So this is the might I cling to—not just for worlds above,

But for the daily courage,for the miracle of love.

The resurrection power that now lives inside of me,

My strength in every weakness,my certain victory.

Mighty in power to save, to keep, to mend,

My stronghold and my shepherd,my beginning and my end.

Let every heart proclaim it,let every tongue agree:

All honour to the Lamb, who is mighty in power for me.

Amen.

Honour to the Lamb

 Honour to the Lamb

All honour to the Lamb upon the throne!

The perfect sacrifice for sin,for us, alone.

The spotless One who took our guilty stain,

That we might live,and endless life obtain.

Honour to the Lamb!

Behold the One who was, and is, to come,

The Root of David,God’s own holy Son.

He stands as One who bears the marks of slaughter,

Our great Redeemer,by whose blood we’re bought.

“Look, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!” (John 1:29)

Honour for His silence, like a sheep before the shearer.

Honour for the anguish that drew heaven nearer.

Honour for the crimson tide from His own veins,

That broke the curse and shattered death’s cold chains.

Now crowned with glory, wielding Heaven’s scroll,

Worthy is the Lamb to make the wounded whole!

To every tribe and tongue,His grace extends—

The Lamb who was slain is now the King of friends.

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

So let creation’s chorus swell and ring,

Let every breath and every living thing

Fall down before Him,cast their crowns in space,

And magnify the glory of His grace.

For He has conquered! Hell is overthrown!

His victory is ours,and His renown.

With angels,elders, creatures, and the saved,

We lift one cry,by endless love enslaved:

“Honour! Glory! Power! Blessing!

To the Lamb who gives us rest!

To the King of every kingdom—

All our worship, first and best!”

Amen. Hallelujah.

Every breath I will sing.

 Every Breath I Will Sing

From the waking sigh to the stillness of deep sleep,

A vow my soul must make,a promise I will keep.

Not just in chapel halls or when the sun is bright,

But in the weary watches of the longest night.

Every breath I will sing.

Let the rhythm of my lungs become a constant praise,

A ceaseless conversation through the changing days.

Let the inhale be wonder,the exhale a release,

A hymn without a ending,an unyielding peace.

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

When joy arrives unbidden, a flood of golden sound,

My song will be a trumpet,on holy ground.

And when the tune is mournful,a minor, trembling key,

My breath will trust the Composer of what I cannot see.

I will extol the Lord at all times; his praise will always be on my lips. (Psalm 34:1)

For You have given me this breath—a borrowed, sacred art.

So I will give it back to You,the worship of my heart.

With every gasp for air,a “Thank You,” a “You’re good,”

A declaration understood by heaven as it should.

And when my final breath prepares to leave this frame,

Let it not be a whimper,but a echo of Your name.

A seamless passing from a song on earth below

To the everlasting chorus where perfected praises flow.

For You alone are worthy. You are the Song, the Source.

The unending melody,the gravitational force

That pulls my breath from silence into a praising thing.

My Jesus, my Saviour, with every breath I’ll sing.

Amen.

Your Goodness is running after me.

 Your Goodness Is Running After Me

Your goodness is running after me—

Not a distant hope,a someday-promise on a shelf,

But a pursuing love,outpacing my own self.

With every step I take,forward or in flight,

It chases down my darkness with relentless light.

Your goodness runs.

It follows me through crowded streets and silent rooms,

Through every corridor where shame or sadness looms.

It is the constant whisper when the world is loud,

The breaking of the dawn behind the darkest cloud.

Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life. (Psalm 23:6, NLT)

When I turned my back, thinking I had fled Your gaze,

I found it was Your goodness that had marked my ways.

It was the arms of morning that I could not outrun,

The certain,steady heartbeat of a love I had not won.

It runs in forgiveness when I falter, fall, and fail.

It runs in provision—a ship with every sail

Filled by the wind of grace I did not earn or seek.

It runs in strength supplied to weary ones and weak.

And on the days I stand still, breathless, overcome,

Your pursuing goodness does not merely come—

Itcollides with grace, a tide that knows no shore,

And whispers,“Child, I have been here forevermore.”

So I will stop my striving. I will let myself be found,

Enfolded by a goodness that has my life surrounded.

For I cannot escape it,this love that will not cease,

Your goodness,in its running, has become my perfect peace.

All my life…

You have been faithful.

And Your goodness is running after me.

Before I was, You are.

Amen.

Goodness of God.

 The Goodness of God

I will sing of the goodness of God—

Not as a concept,distant, cold, or dim,

But as the very atmosphere that breathes within

The dawn’s first blush,the harvest’s golden rim.

Your goodness is the fabric of my days,

The thread of mercy woven through my ways.

It chased me down when I was running lost;

It paid the debt my failing could not cost.

Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life. (Psalm 23:6)

I see it in the colors of the fall,

In bread that feeds,in grace that covers all.

In laughter of a friend,in quiet peace,

In gentle vows that never,never cease.

It is the table spread in threat’s grim face,

The oil of joy,the sanctified space.

The Lord is good to all; he has compassion on all he has made. (Psalm 145:9)

And when the road has led through shadowed vale,

Your goodness did not falter,did not fail.

It held me in the furnace,stayed the flame,

And in the breaking,hallowed my name.

For even there,Your heart was working deep—

A goodness that my sorrow cannot keep.

So let my life be one long, echoing proof,

One thankful heart,held tightly to this truth:

That from my first cry to my final breath,

Your goodness triumphs,even over death.

All my life, You have been faithful.

All my life, You have been so, so good.

Amen.

All my life.

 All My Life

All my life, You have been faithful.

Through the chapters I have named and known,

And the pages where Your hand was writing all alone.

All my life.

From my first breath—a gift I did not earn—

To every pathway where my will from Yours did turn,

Your faithfulness has been the ground beneath my feet,

The melody of grace,unwavering and sweet.

Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life. (Psalm 23:6)

In seasons of abundance, You were my increase.

In deserts of my soul,You were my peace.

When I was faithless,chasing my own way,

Your promises stood firm.You did not stray.

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)

You were the constant in my every change,

The certain hope that nothing could estrange.

The dawn that broke through every longest night,

The truest friend who always fought my fight.

So let my remaining days, however few or long,

Be one continuing,surrendered song.

A testament to what I know is true:

All my life,my God, I have been held by You.

Amen.

I love you Lord.

 I Love You, Lord

I love You, Lord.

Not as a duty,or a doctrine on a page,

But as the only true response to all Your grace.

My rock,my fortress, my deliverer in the fray,

The first and final music of my day.

I love you, Lord, my strength. (Psalm 18:1)

I love You for the cross—the depth I cannot span,

The love that laid its life down for this broken man.

I love You for the dawn that follows every night,

For being my defense,my everlasting light.

I love You for the patience of Your guiding hand,

For making sunrise promises out of shifting sand.

For healing whispered into places torn apart,

For writing Your own poem on this grateful heart.

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

Let this love be my action, not just a sentiment,

My truest,guiding motive, my complete intent.

Let it be my obedience,my willing, joyful “yes,”

My place of deepest stillness in the midst of stress.

So take this love, O Lord, however faint its spark,

And fan it to a flame that lights up all the dark.

Let it be the single,constant, beating of my soul,

Until Your love in me is perfect,whole.

I love You, Lord.

My strength.

My song.

My King.

My all in all.

Amen.

You healed my Heart.

 And here is a poem for your healed heart—a testimony set to verse, anchored in the scripture that made it whole.

You Healed My Heart

You healed my heart.

Not with a surgeon’s blade,so sharp and neat,

But with a love that made the brokenness complete,

A binding of the fragments with a golden thread,

A raising of the places I had left for dead.

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. (Psalm 147:3)

Where once a cavern, cold and echoing,

Now springs a well,a fresh, eternal singing.

You took the stone I carried in my chest

And gave it rest,and gave me back my breath.

You called me from the tomb of my own shame,

Where I had wrapped myself in my own name.

You said,“Come forth,” and shattered every chain;

You spoke the word that made me live again.

“Lord,” I said, “be merciful to me; heal me, for I have sinned against you.” (Psalm 41:4)

Lord my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me.(Psalm 30:2)

You healed my heart for more than just my peace,

Not for the pain to finally cease,

But so this mended,mercy-tempered clay

Might beat with purpose for You,day by day.

So let it be a shelter for the weak,

A humble language that Your love can speak.

Let it be strong to bear another’s weight,

To love because You loved me first,and late.

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)

This heart—Your trophy of relentless grace—

Will seek Your face in every time and place.

And if it scars,let every scar recall

The Healer who is greatest over all.

So I will go, with this new rhythm’s start,

And carry with me Your now-healing art.

For You alone take shattered things apart

And make them whole.

You healed my heart.

Amen.

The Joy of the Lord is my strength.

 The Unbreakable Joy

"The joy of the Lord is your strength." (Nehemiah 8:10)

Not my joy—for that is a weathervane,

turning with every wind of circumstance.

It is frail,it is fleeting, a cup too soon drained.

But Your joy, Lord.

The deep,unshakable gladness of Heaven,

the delight of the Trinity in redemption’s design.

Thatjoy—Your joy—becomes mine.

And in its taking,it forges a strength not my own.

It is the joy that sang over chaos,

“Let there be light!”

The joy that set a rescue in motion in a garden’s dim night.

The joy“set before him” that made Christ endure the cross,

despising its shame.(Hebrews 12:2)

It is the joy of the Father welcoming the prodigal home,

of the Shepherd shouldering the found lamb.

It is joy with scars on its hands.

This joy is my citadel.

When my own happiness withers,

when my laughter grows thin and forced,

I retreat to the heart of this fortress.

I drink from a well that is not my own.

And there,in that communion—

tastingYour delight in being my God,

Yourpleasure in my being Your child—

my bones are renewed.

My knees cease their trembling.

A resilient,quiet power rises from a source

deeper than despair.

This joy is my weapon.

It is the song in the prison at midnight.(Acts 16:25)

It is the praise that routes armies.(2 Chronicles 20:21-22)

It is the“inexpressible and glorious joy” (1 Peter 1:8)

of a salvation unspeakable,

held in a cracked clay vessel.

It confuses the enemy,

for it shines brightest

when the battle is hottest.

This joy is my nourishment.

“I have told you this so that my joy may be in you

and that your joy may be complete.”(John 15:11)

It is the fruit of abiding,not of striving.

It is the proof of connection to the Vine.

I do not manufacture it.

I receive it.

I choose it.

I stand upon it.

So today, I claim not a feeling,

but a fact.

I am weak.I am tired. I am frayed.

Butthe joy of the Lord—

Your everlasting,covenant-keeping,

grave-shattering,heart-restoring joy—

is my strength.

It is the iron in my spine.

It is the song in my silence.

It is the fuel for the next step.

I am strong, not because I am joyful,

but because I am held by the Joyful One.

And in His joy,I find my unshakable might.

Amen.

Meditate on the name of Jesus.

 Day and Night: A Meditation on the Name

(A Prayer of Remembrance)

In the Dawn,

When light first cracks the shell of night,

and shadows shrink from gold,

let my first thought beJESUS—

the Bright and Morning Star.(Revelation 22:16)

The Name above the rising sun,

the Word that spoke the day begun.

Before the busyness begins,

let this truth sink in:

“At the name of Jesus every knee should bow,”(Philippians 2:10)

including the knee of my anxious heart.

I bow it now.

In the Day,

Amidst the noise,the task, the fray,

the thousand things that pull and claim,

let my breath-prayer beJESUS.

A fortress for the mind assailed,

a compass when the map has failed.

“The name of the Lord is a strong tower;

the righteous run to it and are safe.”(Proverbs 18:10)

When frustration sparks,let Your name be water.

When confusion swirls,let Your name be order.

Jesus—the Way, the Truth, the Life.(John 14:6)

The pathway through the thickest strife.

In the Dusk,

As colors soften,edges blur,

and weight returns from the world incurred,

let my sigh beJESUS.

The Shepherd who calls the scattered sheep,

who gathers exhaustion,deep to deep.

“I am the good shepherd;

I know my sheep and my sheep know me.”(John 10:14)

In the letting go,the slowing beat,

Your name is rest for weary feet.

In the Night,

When thoughts race like wild horses,

or when silence grows too vast,

let my anchor-hold beJESUS.

The One who walked on midnight seas,

who speaks“Peace, be still” to frantic storms. (Mark 4:39)

When memories accuse or fears take shape,

Your name is the seal upon the cage.

“In the dark, You are my light.”

You are the Word in my endless night.

Emmanuel—God with me,here.

Dispelling every chilling fear.

In the Sleepless Watch,

In the ache,the lonely hour,

in the grip of a hidden pain,

let my chant,my rock, be JESUS.

Balm of Gilead for the soul,

the wounded healer who makes whole.

“There is no other name under heaven given to mankind

by which we must be saved.”(Acts 4:12)

Saved from despair,from hopeless end.

My Savior,Shepherd, Brother, Friend.

In Every Breath,

The inhale:JE- (Yahweh, I AM).

The exhale:-SUS (Savior, Lamb).

The pulse of heaven in my soul,

the truth that makes the fractured whole.

Day and night,a ceaseless stream,

the living water,the waking dream.

“Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly.”(Colossians 3:16)

Let His Name be the air I breathe.

So I meditate. Not just with thought,

But with need,with trust, with desperate plea.

The name that is“Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,

Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.”(Isaiah 9:6)

The name that holds my past,my now, my far horizon.

The name that is my plea,my pardon, and my paradise.

Jesus.

Jesus.

Jesus.

Amen.

A Bless 2026.

 Amen. Let this be a blessing over the year that is to come—a prayer for 2026.

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A Blessing for 2026

May it be a year of goodness—

not the absence of struggle,

but the profound presence of grace within it.

May you walk in the “plans I have for you,” declares the Lord,

“plans to prosper you and not to harm you,

plans to give you hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29:11)

May you trust the Architect, even when the blueprint is unclear.

May your burdens find lightness,

your grief find comfort,

and your joy find its voice.

May you “go out with joy and be led forth in peace.” (Isaiah 55:12)

May your work bear fruit,

your rest bring restoration,

and your relationships be deepened by kindness.

May you “bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.” (Galatians 6:2)

May you know—deep in your bones—that you are never alone.

That “the Lord himself goes before you and will be with you;

he will never leave you nor forsake you.

Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.” (Deuteronomy 31:8)

And when the path turns, or the fog descends,

may you hear the gentle whisper:

“This is the way; walk in it.” (Isaiah 30:21)

May you be given the courage to follow.

May 2026 be a year of growing roots downward,

and bearing fruit upward.

A year of clearer vision, softer heart, stronger spirit.

A year where you learn a little more

what it means to be “held.”

And what it means to be “led.”

Above all,

may you know—more deeply with each passing day—

the love that will not let you go.

May you dwell in the blessing of being His.

In the mighty name of Jesus,

the Alpha and the Omega,

the One who holds all time—

and holds you—

Amen.

Blessings of New Beginnings for 2026.

 As you stand before the blank page of a new year, here are four scriptural blessings in verse for 2026, each flowing from a different promise of God.

I. A Blessing of New Beginnings

Based on Isaiah 43:19

Forget the old wine of the former year,

The vintage of worry,of struggle, of fear.

The Lord says,“Behold, I am doing a new thing!”

A river in wasteland His goodness will bring.

The path through the wilderness now will appear,

Made straight for your traveling,made perfectly clear.

A way where there wasn’t a way to be found,

Where streams of His mercy will bubble from ground.

So step into 2026, soul unconfined,

And perceive the new mercies He’s already designed.

For the God who makes roads in the desert each day

Is carving a blessing-laden path for your way.

II. A Blessing for the Journey

Based on Proverbs 3:5-6 & Psalm 23

When the roadmap before you seems faded and dim,

And you cannot decipher the plan meant for Him,

Trust not in your mapping,but lean on His Name,

And He will cut straight the most tangled of terrain.

He’ll be your good Shepherd through valleys unknown,

Your soul’s restoration,your bread and your stone.

A table of goodness set right in the fray,

Your cup of rejoicing will overflow may.

So wherever you walk, whether meadow or shade,

You’ll walk in assurance that choices He’s made.

For the Lord who directs the vast cosmos above

Will personally order your steps in His love.

III. A Blessing of Provision and Peace

Based on Matthew 6:33 & Philippians 4:19, 7

Do not be anxious with question or care

For the things you need,for the weight you must bear.

But seek first His kingdom,His righteous command,

And all these provisions will come from His hand.

Your God in His glory, in riches most vast,

Will meet every need from His boundless forecast.

And standing on promise,your heart will find rest

In apeace that transcends understanding’s own test.

It will garrison, fortress, your mind and your heart,

A gift He has promised He’ll never depart.

So receive this year’s bounty with thanks and with praise,

For He knows all your needs for each one of your days.

IV. A Blessing of Presence and Promise

Based on Joshua 1:9 & Jeremiah 29:11

“Have I not commanded you?” This is your chord:

“Be strong and courageous,”for I am your Lord.

I will be with you wherever you go,

Through the highs and the lows,so your confidence grows.

For the thoughts that I think toward you are for peace,

To give you a future where blessings increase.

To prosper your soul and to anchor your hope

On a far-reaching,grace-tethered, eternal rope.

So let not your heart be troubled or frail,

For My promise for you will forever avail.

In 2026,from its first break of dawn,

You are carried,you’re kept, and you’re never alone.

Amen.

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May these words be more than a poem for you, but a proclamation of the truth that will anchor your soul through every season of 2026. Walk into it with courage.

Lord's Blessings for 2026.

 Here is a blessing for 2026, woven into a poem and anchored in the promises of Scripture.

The Lord's Blessing for 2026: A Poem

As the old year settles, a page nearly read,

And a new one awaits,by God’s hand it is led,

We speak not just hope,but a promise that’s true:

The Lord has a blessing prepared just for you.

“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?” (Isaiah 43:19)

May His blessing be guidance when pathways seem new,

A cloud by day’s journey,a fire breaking through.

May you walk in His wisdom,His faithful command,

And flourish established by the work of His hand.

“The Lord will make you the head, not the tail... if you pay attention to the commands of the Lord your God.” (Deuteronomy 28:13)

May His blessing be provision, your cup overflowing,

His grace for your sowing,and grace for your growing.

In pasture or desert,wherever you roam,

May you know in your spirit you are never alone.

“And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:19)

May His blessing be peace, a deep, settled stream,

A guard on your heart,the reality of your dream.

When winds of change rattle,and storms may arise,

May His“Peace, be still” be the light in your eyes.

“And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:7)

May His blessing be purpose, a call clear and sweet,

To tend to His garden,to sit at His feet.

To be His hands healing,His voice speaking kind,

With the treasures He’s given,the lost to find.

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” (Ephesians 2:10)

So step into 2026, not with fear, but with faith,

Held by His mercy and strengthened by grace.

For the Lord goes before you,your rear guard, your friend,

His blessing your story,from now to the end.

Amen.

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Your Personal Blessing Declaration

This poem is a foundation. The most powerful blessings are often those we personalize.

"In 2026, I declare and receive the Lord's blessing of [Peace/Providence/Guidance/Purpose] over my [Family/Career/Health/Spiritual Life]. I stand on the promise of [Scripture Verse], trusting that His plans for me are good (Jeremiah 29:11). I walk into this year with joy, for the Lord my God is with me wherever I go (Joshua 1:9). Amen."

May the coming year be a canvas for His faithfulness.

My Prayer.

 My Prayer

This is my prayer—not polished, not a rite,

But the raw breath of soul in morning light,

The whispered plea in shadows,deep and long,

The fragment of a heart-cry turned to song.

My prayer is this:

First, let me see You.

Not just the God of ages,high and holy,

But the Friend who walks with me when the way is lowly.

Open the eyes that I have tightly shut,

To find Your glory in the common rut.

Let every leaf,each face, each joy, each loss,

Be traced and signed by Your redeeming cross.

One thing I ask from the Lord… that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the Lord. (Psalm 27:4)

Second, let me love You.

With more than fleeting feeling,more than word,

With all the heart that by Your Spirit’s stirred.

Unseat the idols I have set so tight,

And be my first,my last, my true delight.

Let love for You be root,and branch, and vine,

The source of every other love of mine.

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)

Third, let me trust You.

With the unknown tomorrow,and the wound of yesterday.

With the“why” that hangs unanswered in the gray.

Teach my tight hands to open and release,

And find in yielding,Your surpassing peace.

Be my provision,be my guiding star,

My portion sure,no matter where we are.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. (Proverbs 3:5)

Fourth, let me follow You.

Not just when the path is bright and blessing-kissed,

But when it leads through Gethsemane’s dim mist.

Make me a vessel,useful in Your hand,

A voice of grace within a weary land.

Where You go,let me go—my will resigned,

To seek the lost,to love the hard-to-find.

If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. (Luke 9:23)

And in the following, the loving, and the trust,

Redeem my dust.

Take my small story,woven through with frailty,

And make it echo with Your kingdom’s reality.

Let every breath I borrow,every space I tread,

Point back to Christ,the Living One, my Head.

This is my prayer—not perfect, but it’s true.

This is the“yes” I whisper back to You.

You are my Saviour.Be my everything.

My King.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,

Amen.