I lift my voice to worship you.

 I Lift My Voice to Worship You

A Reflection on Psalm 66:1-2, Hebrews 13:15, and Psalm 100:1

I lift my voice to worship You—not with polished art,

But with the raw and honest song that rises from my heart.

I lift my voice above the noise, above the daily grind,

To pour out praise and thanksgiving, to leave my fears behind.

Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth. Worship the Lord with gladness; come before Him with joyful songs. (Psalm 100:1-2)

My voice may tremble, my words may stumble and fall,

But You are not a critic counting errors in the hall.

You bend Your ear to every cry, to every whispered praise,

And You receive the offering of these humble, lifted ways.

I lift my voice in the morning—before the day takes hold,

To sing of Your faithfulness, a story never old.

I lift my voice at noontide—when the battle presses hard,

To declare that You are greater, my shield and my reward.

Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise—the fruit of lips that openly profess His name. (Hebrews 13:15)

I lift my voice in the evening—when the shadows start to creep,

To thank You for Your mercy that has watched me while I sleep.

In the silence and the singing, in the whisper and the shout,

My voice is Yours, Lord. Let no fear keep me devout.

For You alone are worthy of every note I bring.

You are the melody, the chorus, the everlasting King.

So I lift my voice—not for me, not to be heard by men,

But to worship You, my Savior, again and again and again.

I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth. (Psalm 34:1)

I lift my voice. Let it rise like incense sweet.

I worship You, Lord Jesus. I lay my worship at Your feet.

Amen.