Revival: Harden Heart, become Flesh.

 Hardened Heart, Becomes Flesh

Thus says the Lord God:

“I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.”(Ezekiel 36:26)

This heart of mine was stone—a fortress cold and dead,

A weight within my chest where living words were left unsaid.

It could not bend;it would not break; it could not feel or bleed,

A sealed and selfish monument to my own brittle creed.

But You, O Sculptor of the soul, whose hands formed Adam’s dust,

You speak a promise that is both a mandate and a trust.

You said,“I will remove the stone. I’ll excavate the part

That has forgotten how to beat. I’ll give you a new heart.”

And with the chisel of Your law, You struck to break the shell.

With the hammer of Your mercy,You began the work to quell

The resistance of the rock.And in the dust and debris,

You did not leave a vacancy;You fashioned flesh for me.

A heart that can be wounded, that can tremble and can fear,

But also one that can receive,and love, and hold You near.

A heart that is impressionable to the moving of Your hand,

A heart that understands the vows on which Your kingdom stands.

This is the miracle: the unyielding made vulnerable and true.

The transaction of the ages:my stone for flesh in You.

No longer monument to self,but living, breathing shrine,

This hardened heart is now Your flesh, Your temple, Lord, in mine.

We… are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit. (2 Corinthians 3:18)

So let it beat in rhythm with the suffering of the world,

Let it be a place where Your compassion is unfurled.

For what was dead and cold is now alive and warm and true—

My heart of stone became a heart of flesh, all made brand new in You.

Amen.

Revival: Dry bones, comes alive.

 Dry Bones Come Alive

Thus says the Lord God to these bones:

“Behold, I will cause breath to enter you, and you shall live.”(Ezekiel 37:5)

From the valley of dry bones, sun-bleached and sere,

A question from the Spirit:“Can these bones live, son of man?”

Not by human hoping,not by mortal plan,

But by the Word Almighty,spoken by His hand.

“Prophesy to the breath! Prophesy, O son of man!”

And the sound began—a rattling across the sand.

Bone to its bone,a knitting, a forming frame,

A mighty,waiting army, yet lifeless, just the same.

Then from the four winds, breath! O, rushing, living breath!

It entered them,and they lived, and stood upon their feet—

A vast and living army,complete.

This is the promise: what is dead in you and me—

The hope that faded,the joy that ceased to be,

The dream that turned to dust,the love that grew so cold—

Can live again by the Spirit’s breath,as the ancient tale foretold.

I will put my Spirit in you and you will live. (Ezekiel 37:14)

For He who woke the valley with a prophetic call,

Who breathed on dust and made the first man stand up tall,

Is He who said to Lazarus,“Come forth!” out of the grave,

And He who by His Spirit mighty power now gives

To every heart that calls on Him.

Dry bones, come alive.

Let sinew form,let breath now be applied.

Rise up,O sleeper, from your dusty bed,

For Christ,the Resurrection Life, has raised you from the dead.

Amen.

Blessed Assurance.

 Blessed Assurance

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!

Oh,what a foretaste of glory divine!

Heir of salvation,purchase of God,

Born of His Spirit,washed in His blood.

Therefore, brothers and sisters, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus... let us draw near to God with a sincere heart and with the full assurance that faith brings. (Hebrews 10:19, 22)

This is my story, this is my song:

A perfect submission,all to Him I belong.

A watching and waiting,looking above,

Filled with His goodness,lost in His love.

It is not a feeling that shifts with the wind,

But the rock-solid promise of a covenant friend.

The Spirit Himself whispers deep to my soul:

“You are redeemed,and you are whole.”

The Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.” The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children. (Romans 8:15-16)

Blessed assurance—cast out every fear!

For my name is written,my title is clear.

No power of hell,no scheme of man,

Can ever erase me from the palm of His hand.

So let the world bring its trouble and test,

In my Savior I’m perfecting,in His love I am blessed.

And when the last shadow before Him shall flee,

I shall see my Redeemer,and like Him I shall be.

This is my story, this is my song,

Praising my Savior all the day long.

Amen.

Oh! Lord, Our God.

 Oh Lord Our God

Oh Lord our God, how majestic and holy is Your name in all the earth!

From before the dawn of time,You are.

Before a single mountain was born,

Before the oceans learned their boundaries,

You were enthroned in everlasting light.

Maker of the mountains, Keeper of the sparrow’s fall,

The First, the Last, the Eternal, the All-in-All.

Lord, you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations. Before the mountains were born or you brought forth the whole world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God. (Psalm 90:1-2)

You spoke—and chaos coiled into cosmos, singing.

You breathed—and dust became a living soul.

You called—and a people were formed for Your praise,

A story of redemption that the ages would retell.

And when that story reached its darkest, most desperate hour,

You did not watch from afar with dispassionate power.

You entered in.You wore our skin, our sorrow, and our shame.

Oh Lord our God—Emmanuel—You bore our blame.

Now, by the blood of the covenant, forever we are Yours.

No power in heaven or earth can break these doors.

You are our strength in weakness,our song in the night,

Our ever-present help,our everlasting light.

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come. (Revelation 4:8)

So hear the worship of Your people, gathered from every shore.

We are Your children,whom You love, whom You forevermore adore.

With every breath You give us,until time itself is done,

Oh Lord our God, our hearts are Yours, and Yours alone.

Let every heart proclaim:

Worthy is the Lord our God!

Amen.

Praise his name, forevermore

 Forevermore

From the stirring of the first light to the closing of the day,

From the fragile,fleeting present to the ages far away,

Let there be one constant,one truth our hearts adore:

We will praise His name forevermore.

From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets, the name of the Lord is to be praised. (Psalm 113:3)

When the seasons of the spirit turn from triumph to the trial,

When the well of song seems empty,and the walk another mile,

Even there,a whispered hallelujah from a faith that's learning how—

We will praise His name forevermore.

When the voice of celebration lifts in chorus loud and strong,

When the rescued soul discovers its emancipating song,

With a joy that shakes the rafters,from the ceiling to the floor—

We will praise His name forevermore.

For His name is everlasting, when our earthly names grow dim.

His faithfulness the anthem that no silence can ever hymn.

When the stars themselves are silent,and the oceans cease to roar,

We will praise His name forevermore.

So let this life be just the prelude, the first note of the score,

In an endless,growing symphony on an everlasting shore.

With the angels and the elders,with the loved ones gone before,

We will praise His name forevermore.

Praise His name.

Now.

And forevermore.

Amen.

The Gifts of God is Eternal Life through Jesus Christ.

 The Gift

The gift of God is this: not silver, not of gold,

Not a fleeting treasure that the hand can barely hold,

Buteternal life—a breath that never ends,

A story that continues where time itself descends.

The gift is life.

And it is found in Him,and Him alone—

In Jesus Christ,the cornerstone,

The Lamb upon the throne.

For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 6:23)

It is not earned by labor, by the striving of the soul,

Not a trophy for the perfect,not a prize for being whole.

It is poured from boundless mercy,it is grace and grace alone,

A life we could not conjure,a life we could not own.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. (John 3:16)

This life begins this moment, in the waking and the now,

A spring inside the spirit,a light upon the brow.

It is knowing the Eternal One,the Father, face to face,

And walking in the radiance of unmerited grace.

So let my heart receive it, this miracle so free,

This endless,vast inheritance You always meant for me.

No longer just existing,but alive in every part,

Eternal lifenow beating in this once-dead heart.

The gift of God—

Wrapped in a manger,sealed upon a cross,

Proven in an empty tomb,beyond all gain and loss.

Jesus,You are the Giver and the Gift itself to me.

I receive You,and with You, life eternally.

Amen.

Blood of Christ over our lives.

 The Blood of Christ Over Our Lives

The Blood of Christ over our lives—

A scarlet line of mercy where the judgment-knife

Was stayed,a final, full atonement given.

The mark upon the doorpost that turns back the death of heaven.

When I see the blood, I will pass over you. (Exodus 12:13)

Over our minds, a cleansing from the lies that twist and bind.

Over our hearts,a healing for the wounds we’ve left behind.

Over our past,a tide that washes every guilty stain,

Until not even memory can speak its shame again.

The blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin. (1 John 1:7)

Over our homes, a sacred hedge, a shield against the night.

Over our going out,our coming in, a wall of light.

Over our weakness,a perfected and all-sufficient strength,

Covering our failings for the whole and final length.

In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace. (Ephesians 1:7)

It speaks a better word than any condemnation’s cry.

It is the oath that seals the everlasting covenant,“My.”

The river from the side of Love,where thirsty souls may wade,

The purchase price that for a bride eternally was paid.

May the God of peace… through the blood of the eternal covenant… equip you with everything good for doing his will. (Hebrews 13:20-21)

So we apply it now, not by a physical command,

But by the Spirit’s faith,and with a trusting, open hand.

We claim its full protection,its cleansing and its plea,

And walk as ransomed children,forever and fully free.

The Blood of Christ—our shelter, our pardon, and our peace—

Over our lives, its conquering power shall never cease.

Amen.

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In Scripture, the blood of Christ signifies:

· Redemption & Forgiveness: Purchasing our freedom and washing away sin (Ephesians 1:7, 1 John 1:7).

· Reconciliation: Making peace between God and humanity (Colossians 1:20).

· New Covenant: Sealing God's eternal promise of relationship with us (Hebrews 9:14-15, 13:20).

· Overcoming Power: The believer's testimony and victory are rooted in it (Revelation 12:11).

To declare it "over our lives" is a prayer of faith, applying His finished work for our ongoing protection, cleansing, and identity as His own.

Be with us.

 Be With Us

Be with us.

Not as a distant wish,a hope cast toward the sky,

But as the very breath we breathe,the ground on which we lie.

Be with us as You promised—ourEmmanuel—

Our strength within the struggle,our peace within the swell.

Be with us in the ordinary, in the daily bread and task,

In the quiet conversation,in the simple joy we ask.

Be with us in the planning,in the work our hands have found,

The sacred in the common,on the familiar ground.

And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age. (Matthew 28:20)

Be with us in the breaking, when the fabric tears apart,

When the diagnosis silences the beating of the heart.

Be the One who stands within the fire,who walks upon the wave,

The present,mighty Savior, whose one purpose is to save.

Be with us in the celebrating, in the laughter, in the feast,

That every joy may point to You,the Giver and the Priest.

Bind us closer to each other as You bind us close to You,

One family,one body, in everything we do.

For You are the God who dwells among us, who makes His home with men.

You have written“With Us” as the covenant again.

From the garden’s walk at evening to the city’s radiant light,

Your heart’s desire is presence,Your presence is our might.

The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing. (Zephaniah 3:17)

So, we do not ask for merely a blessing from Your hand,

But forYou—our dearest portion in every shifting land.

Be the fire by our night,be the cloud by our day.

Be with us,Lord Jesus, we humbly pray.

Amen.

How Good you are, Lord.

 How Good You Are, Lord

How good You are, Lord.

Not as a concept,thin and theoretical,

But as the very essence of all that is beautiful.

The first taste of morning,the well in the wasteland,

The sure,holding kindness of a Father’s hand.

You are so good.

Your goodness is the canvas on which my story’s told,

More precious than silver,more enduring than gold.

It chases me down in mercy’s relentless race,

And meets me in the wilderness with welcome on Your face.

Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him. (Psalm 34:8)

I have seen it in provision, arriving just in time,

In the healing of old wounds,in the gift of peace sublime.

In the daily bread for body,and the manna for my soul,

In the gentle,patient making of my broken pieces whole.

Your goodness does not promise a path devoid of pain,

But a presence in the fire,and a purpose in the rain.

It is the rock-foundation when the shifting sands give way,

The dawning of new mercies with the breaking of each day.

Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever. (1 Chronicles 16:34)

For even on the hill where hope itself seemed slain,

Your goodness,in its mystery, was working greater gain.

The cross,the darkest moment, became the brightest proof

Of a love-soaked,sacrificial, all-conquering goodness, rooted in truth.

So let my life be one long, grateful, echoing chord,

A testament to this one truth:How good You are, Lord.

From the first cry of my heart to eternity’s shore,

I will proclaim Your goodness forevermore.

Amen.

Praise the name of My God.

 Praise the Name of God

Praise the name of God!

Let it rise from the depths of the sea to the heights of the sky,

From the mouth of the infant to the sage’s final sigh.

Let every breath He fashioned find its purpose in this sound,

A single,holy anthem where His glory is renowned.

Praise His name!

Praise Him in the morning when the light first paints the hills.

Praise Him in the stillness,when the racing mind grows still.

Praise Him with the thunder,with the whirling storm and flame.

Praise Him with the whisper—every tongue declare His name.

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

Praise the name that split the darkness, calling cosmos into place.

Praise the name that met our failure with the wonder of His grace.

Praise the name that walked among us,Jesus, Saviour, God-with-us,

The name that broke the prison and that shattered death for us.

For His name is power, shaking every chain we bear.

His name ismercy, healing every deep despair.

His name isfaithfulness, from age to age the same.

All blessing,honour, glory—let us praise His holy name.

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

So I will join the chorus of the saints and of the earth,

Declaring His great worth,from my moment of new birth.

With every beat of gratitude my ransomed heart can frame,

My life will be an offering of praise unto His name.

Praise the name of God—

Father,Spirit, Son.

The great I AM,the Holy One.

My All in All.

Amen.

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.