My Majesty on High.

 My Majesty on High

A Reflection on Psalm 8:1, Hebrews 1:3, and Revelation 1:8

My Majesty on high—You are robed in splendor,

Clothed with glory, crowned with light.

The heavens are the work of Your fingers,

The stars obey Your sovereign might.

O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is Your name in all the earth! You have set Your glory above the heavens. (Psalm 8:1)

You sit enthroned above the cherubim,

Yet You bend to hear the orphan's hymn.

The angels veil their faces at Your throne,

Yet You call the broken and the weary Your own.

My Majesty—not distant, cold, or far,

But the radiance of Your glory, the bright and morning star.

You spoke the universe with a single word,

And yet You know the falling of the smallest bird.

The Son is the radiance of God’s glory and the exact representation of His being, sustaining all things by His powerful word. (Hebrews 1:3)

Your throne was established long ago,

From everlasting, You are God, and we are slow

To comprehend the height, the depth, the breadth

Of Your majestic love that conquered death.

So I bow before Your majesty—not in fear,

But in awe, with wonder, drawing near.

My Majesty on high—my King, my Lord, my Friend,

Whose reign of love will never, never end.

“I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty.” (Revelation 1:8)

Amen.