Jesus is all I need.

 Jesus Is All I Need

Jesus is all I need—not just a part,

But the very center of my beating heart.

Not just a help in times of strife,

But the very breath and pulse of life.

Whom have I in heaven but You? And earth has nothing I desire besides You. (Psalm 73:25)

When I am weak, He is my strength.

When I can't see, He is my length

Of vision, reaching far beyond

The fading hopes this world has fond.

When I am lost, He is the way.

When I can't speak, He knows to pray.

When I am empty, He is full.

When I am broken, He will pull

The scattered pieces, make me whole,

And breathe new life into my soul.

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

Jesus is all I need for peace,

For joy that never, ever ceases.

For hope that holds beyond the grave,

For love that came down to save.

He is the bread that never fails,

The living water that avails

To quench the deepest thirst within,

And wash away the stain of sin.

I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to Me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in Me will never be thirsty. (John 6:35)

So let the world chase after gold,

Let lesser treasures take their hold.

I have found the pearl of greatest price—

Jesus is all I need. He sacrificed

His all for me, and now I see:

There's nothing else I need but Thee.

Amen.

Jesus is the Powerful name.

 Jesus, the Powerful Name

Jesus—the name that shakes the unseen realm,

Before which every enemy must overwhelm.

The name that spoke the cosmos into being,

Yet whispered mercy to the blind who sought their seeing.

At the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth. (Philippians 2:10)

There is power in the name of Jesus—power to heal the broken heart,

Power to mend the shattered soul and make the dead awake and start.

The lame leap up, the captives freed, the storm obeys His word,

For every force of darkness trembles when that name is heard.

By faith in the name of Jesus, this man whom you see and know was made strong. (Acts 3:16)

Jesus, the powerful name—a strong and mighty tower,

A refuge in the day of trouble, a shield in battle's hour.

No spell, no curse, no demonic chain can stand before its might,

For Jesus, King of Glory, turns the darkness into light.

His name is like a fire, burning lies and fear away.

His name is like a sword, dividing truth from false display.

His name is like a banner, leading armies to the war,

And every foe that rises up must flee from what it's for.

The name of the Lord is a fortified tower; the righteous run to it and are safe. (Proverbs 18:10)

So I will speak His name in whispers when I need a quiet peace.

I will shout His name in battle till the enemy's attacks cease.

I will sing His name in worship with the angels round the throne,

For the powerful name of Jesus is the power that calls me home.

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.

Every chain, break.

Every fear, flee.

Every knee bow.

He is the powerful name. He is all I need.

Amen.

Your name above all name.

 Your Name Above All Names

Your name above all names—not just a title or a word,

But the deepest truth that heaven and earth have ever heard.

No other name can save, no other name can heal,

No other name can break the chains that sin has made so real.

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

Your name is Jesus—Yahweh saves, the promise kept for all,

The name before whom every knee will one day bow and fall.

Not in reluctant terror, but in wonder and in praise,

For the name of Jesus carries light through all our darkest days.

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

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

The allegiance of the human heart—Your name alone stands true.

There is no other name on earth that heaven listens to.

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)

Your name above all names—the Name that demons flee,

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

The Name that breaks the fever, that opens blinded eyes,

The Name that calls the dead to rise and never, never dies.

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

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

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

The Name in which I live and move, the Name to which I belong.

That 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)

Amen. Hallelujah.

Heaven and Earth Rejoice.

 Heaven and Earth Rejoice

Let heaven and earth rejoice—let all creation sing,

For the Lord has come to save us, He is our triumphant King.

The skies declare His glory, the oceans roar His praise,

The mountains bow in wonder, the forests lift their gaze.

Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad; let the sea resound, and all that is in it. Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them; let all the trees of the forest sing for joy. (Psalm 96:11-12)

Heaven rejoices—angels shout, the elders cast their crowns.

The seraphim cry "Holy!" as the light of glory drowns

All darkness and all sorrow, every shadow and every tear,

For the Lord Almighty reigns, and His kingdom is here.

Earth rejoices—valleys bloom, deserts burst with streams,

The barren places bud with hope, fulfilling ancient dreams.

The mountains skip like rams, the hills like lambs at play,

For the Maker of all things has come to make a way.

For you shall go out with joy and be led forth with peace; the mountains and the hills shall break forth into singing before you, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. (Isaiah 55:12)

Heaven and earth rejoice—for the cross is not the end,

The tomb could not contain Him, death could not apprehend.

He rose in power and glory, He ascended to the throne,

And now creation waits for Him to claim it as His own.

So let my voice be added to the universal cry,

Let my heart be tuned to worship, let my spirit testify.

Heaven and earth rejoice—and I will join the song,

For the Lord is good forever, and His love is ever strong.

Amen.

You are wonderful in my Eyes.

 You Are Wonderful in My Eyes

You are wonderful in my eyes—not because of what You give,

But because of who You are: the reason that I live.

Your beauty steals my breath away, Your majesty my words,

For You are more than anything this fragile heart has heard.

You are beautiful beyond description, too marvelous for words. (from the hymn "Revelation Song," inspired by Revelation 4:8)

Wonderful—in mercy, when You welcomed me from far.

Wonderful—in patience, when I stumbled at the bar.

Wonderful—in wisdom, when I had no clue the way.

Wonderful—in power, turning midnight into day.

You are wonderful in holiness, a flame that purifies.

You are wonderful in humility, born under stable skies.

You are wonderful in suffering, the Lamb who did not speak.

You are wonderful in rising, the firstborn from the weak.

For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given... and His name shall be called Wonderful. (Isaiah 9:6)

So let my eyes behold You, not just in fleeting glance,

But as the constant center of my every circumstance.

You are wonderful, my God. No one compares to You.

And all my days, I'll sing this song: You are wonderful and true.

Amen.

In your Presence.

 In Your Presence

In Your presence—not a place I visit now and then,

But the atmosphere I breathe, the home I'm in again.

Not a temple made with hands, not a holy hill to climb,

But the sacred, constant nearness that transcends all space and time.

You make known to me the path of life; in Your presence there is fullness of joy; at Your right hand are pleasures forevermore. (Psalm 16:11)

In Your presence, fear dissolves like mist before the sun.

The battles that once raged in me are quieted, overrun.

Not because the fight is over, but because I know the King

Is here with me, inside the storm, and covering me with His wing.

In Your presence, shame grows silent. Accusations lose their voice.

For the One who knows me fully says, "You are My child, My choice."

No need to hide, no need to pose, no need to prove my worth—

For in Your presence, I remember who I've been since my new birth.

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here! (2 Corinthians 5:17)

In Your presence, I am seen—not judged, not turned away.

The wounds I thought disqualified me become the place You stay.

For Your power is perfected in the weakness I confess,

And Your presence turns my brokenness into a song of rest.

So let me linger here, O Lord. Let me not rush to leave.

For in Your presence, I receive what striving could not achieve.

Not answers to my every why, but something better still—

The knowledge that You are with me, and that is more than enough, and will.

Be still, and know that I am God. (Psalm 46:10)

In Your presence.

My refuge. My rest. My true address.

Nothing else matters, nothing less.

Amen.

May your Glory arise.

 May Your Glory Arise

May Your glory arise upon us, Lord—

Not as a distant, blinding light too bright to see,

But as the morning sun that warms the waking tree.

Let Your presence rise like dawn over the hill,

Let Your glory shine, and let our spirits fill.

Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you. (Isaiah 60:1)

May Your glory arise in the darkest place,

Where shadows linger and fears embrace.

Let the weight of Your majesty break through the night,

And turn our mourning into morning light.

May Your glory arise over every chain,

Over every doubt, over every pain.

Where the enemy has held us long and low,

Let Your glory rise, and let the captives go.

For the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord as the waters cover the sea. (Habakkuk 2:14)

May Your glory arise in our words and deeds,

In the smallest acts that plant the smallest seeds.

Let not our lives obscure, but reflect Your face,

And let Your glory find in us a dwelling place.

May Your glory arise till the whole world sees

The King of kings, the Lord of all degrees.

From the rising of the sun to its going down,

Let Your glory arise, and let praise abound.

Let the glory of the Lord endure forever; let the Lord rejoice in His works. (Psalm 104:31)

Arise, O Lord, and let Your glory be

The light that sets our captive spirits free.

May Your glory arise—now and always—

Through all our nights and all our days.

Amen.

Today is the evil thereof.

 Today Is the Evil Thereof

A Reflection on Matthew 6:34

Today is the evil thereof—enough for this one day.

The trouble that I face right now is all I need to weigh.

Why borrow from tomorrow's grief, why carry future pain,

When grace for this present moment falls like healing rain?

So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matthew 6:34, NASB)

The evil thereof—the burdens, the tears,

The unexpected setbacks, the accumulating fears.

They come in daily measure, a portion for each hour,

But never more than His strength can bear, never beyond His power.

Today has its own battles, its own mountains to climb,

Its own mercies waiting, its own appointed time.

The manna for this morning will not be found tomorrow,

And worrying about the future only multiplies sorrow.

Give us this day our daily bread. (Matthew 6:11)

So I will not borrow trouble from the calendar ahead.

I will not let the shadows of what might be fill me with dread.

For the One who walks with me today will be there just the same

When tomorrow becomes today—and I will call upon His name.

Today is the evil thereof—but also today is grace.

Today, His mercies are new; today, I see His face.

I will not add tomorrow's weight to this day's fragile frame.

Sufficient for today is its trouble—and sufficient, too, His name.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matthew 6:34)

Amen.

Set me free from fear.

 Set Me Free from Fear

Set me free from fear—the chains that bind my heart,

The anxious thoughts that tear my peace apart.

The dread of what may come, the shadow of the night,

The whispers that say "you're not strong enough to fight."

For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind. (2 Timothy 1:7)

Set me free from fear of failure and of shame,

From the terror of being forgotten or losing my name.

From the fear of tomorrow and all it may hold,

From the stories of worry my imagination has told.

When I am afraid, I put my trust in You. (Psalm 56:3)

Set me free from fear of man and his opinion,

From the trap of seeking approval in every dominion.

For if You are for me, who can stand against?

Your love is my fortress, my strong defense.

The Lord is my light and my salvation—whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life—of whom shall I be afraid? (Psalm 27:1)

Set me free from fear of death's dark door,

For You have walked through it and risen evermore.

The grave has no victory, the tomb has no sting—

In Your resurrection, my soul can sing.

Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting? (1 Corinthians 15:55)

So I receive Your freedom now.

I renounce the fear that tried to hold me down.

I trade my trembling for Your perfect peace,

And in Your love, my fears will cease.

There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear. (1 John 4:18)

Set me free, Lord. I am Yours.

No more fear. No more closed doors.

I walk in freedom, bold and true—

Because Your love has seen me through.

Amen.

Here in your Presence.

 Here in Your Presence

Here in Your presence—this is where I belong,

Where the weary find rest and the broken find song.

Not a distant temple, not a far-off place,

But the sacred nearness of Your embrace.

In Your presence there is fullness of joy; at Your right hand are pleasures forevermore. (Psalm 16:11)

Here in Your presence, fear melts away,

The shadows of doubt cannot stay.

For You are the Light that drives out the night,

And in Your gaze, everything is made right.

Here in Your presence, I am fully known—

Every secret, every struggle, every seed I have sown.

Yet You do not turn away in disgust;

You welcome me, in mercy and trust.

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28)

Here in Your presence, I find my peace,

All striving and anxious thoughts cease.

The chaos outside fades to a whisper so low,

For the Prince of Peace has silenced the foe.

Here in Your presence, I am made whole—

Body and spirit, mind and soul.

The fragments of my broken past

Are gathered and healed in love so vast.

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

So let me linger, let me stay,

Not rushing, not striving, just resting this day.

Here in Your presence—my refuge, my home,

Where I am never, ever alone.

Amen.

You set me free.

 You Set Me Free

You set me free—not with a key or a door,

But with the blood that forevermore

Broke every chain, shattered every lock,

And opened the prison with a seismic shock.

It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. (Galatians 5:1)

You set me free from the weight of my past,

From the guilt that was haunting, the shame that would last.

The accuser pointed, but You spoke my name,

And in Your forgiveness, I am no longer the same.

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here! (2 Corinthians 5:17)

You set me free from the fear of the grave,

For the tomb could not hold You, the stone could not save

The powers of darkness that tried to conceal

The King who has risen—and now I am healed.

I am the Living One; I was dead, and now look, I am alive for ever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and Hades. (Revelation 1:18)

You set me free from the lie that I'm alone,

That my voice is too small, that my heart is just stone.

For Your Spirit within me cries, "Abba, Father!"

And I know I belong to no other.

The Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, "Abba, Father." (Romans 8:15)

So I will walk in this freedom, not looking behind,

With my eyes on the Savior who's gentle and kind.

You set me free—and forever I'll sing:

You are my freedom, my Lord, and my King.

Amen.

Bought with the Blood of Jesus.

 Bought with Your Blood

A Reflection on 1 Peter 1:18-19

Bought with Your blood—not with silver or with gold,

Not with treasures that this dying world can hold.

No earthly currency could pay the price so steep,

No human sacrifice could reach the chasm deep.

For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed... but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect. (1 Peter 1:18-19)

Bought with Your blood—the crimson flowing stream,

That washed away my guilt and freed me from my dream

Of earning my own way, of climbing to the sky.

You paid it all—I need not try.

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

Bought with Your blood—I am not my own.

I was a slave, abandoned and alone.

But You came searching, found me in the night,

And bought me back into the Father's light.

You were bought at a price; do not become slaves of human beings. (1 Corinthians 7:23)

Bought with Your blood—what love is this,

That the King of glory would trade His throne for a kiss

Of reconciliation, for a rebel's embrace,

And leave His righteousness in my sin's place?

God made Him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in Him we might become the righteousness of God. (2 Corinthians 5:21)

So I will live my life for You alone,

A grateful heart before Your throne.

Bought with Your blood—the highest price,

My sacrifice of praise, my living sacrifice.

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)

Bought with Your blood.

Forever Yours.

Amen.

I am Free.

 I Am Free

A Declaration of Liberty in Christ

I am free—not just a feeling, not just a phrase,

But the reality of grace that ends my wandering days.

The chains that held me captive have been shattered by His hand,

I am no longer prisoner—I am free to stand.

So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed. (John 8:36)

I am free from condemnation, from the weight of guilt and shame,

For the One who bore my sin has now erased my name

From the ledger of the guilty, from the debt I could not pay—

He canceled it forever on that resurrection day.

There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. (Romans 8:1)

I am free from fear of death, from the grave's dark, cold embrace,

For the risen Lord has robbed it of its sting, its victory, its face.

Death is but a shadow, a door into the light,

Where I will see my Savior and be forever bright.

Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting? (1 Corinthians 15:55)

I am free from striving for a love I could not earn,

From the endless, weary cycles of a heart that would not learn.

His grace has found me, claimed me, wrapped me in a robe of white—

I am no longer orphaned; I am a child of light.

For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Walk as children of light. (Ephesians 5:8)

I am free—not to do whatever pleases my own will,

But to run the race of freedom with a heart that's true and still.

Free to love, free to serve, free to worship and obey,

Free to live the life of heaven in the dust of earth's short day.

Live as free people, but do not use your freedom as a cover-up for evil; live as God's slaves. (1 Peter 2:16)

So I declare it now, aloud, for all the world to see:

I am free because the Son of God has set me free.

No chain, no lie, no power of hell can steal this liberty—

I am free. Forever free. And He has set me free.

Amen.

No more slave.

 No More Slave

A Reflection on Galatians 4:7

No more slave—the chains have fallen,

The prison doors are open wide.

No more cowering, no more calling

On a master who would hide.

So you are no longer a slave, but God's child; and since you are His child, God has made you also an heir. (Galatians 4:7)

No more slave to sin and shame—

The debt is paid, the past erased.

I am not defined by my own name,

But by the One who me embraced.

For sin shall no longer be your master, because you are not under the law, but under grace. (Romans 6:14)

No more slave to fear's dark grip,

No more trembling at the night.

For love has come to break the trip,

And turn my darkness into light.

For you did not receive a spirit of slavery that returns you to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship, by whom we cry, "Abba, Father." (Romans 8:15)

I am a child of the Most High,

An heir to all His boundless store.

No more a slave to justify,

For grace has opened every door.

See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! (1 John 3:1)

So let me walk in liberty,

No longer bound, no longer small.

For Christ has come to set me free—

No more slave. I am His all.

Amen.

I thank God.

 I Thank God

A Heart of Gratitude

I thank God—not just when the sun is bright,

But in the shadows of the longest night.

I thank Him for His faithfulness and grace,

For mercy new that meets me face to face.

Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; His love endures forever. (Psalm 118:1)

I thank God for the breath within my lungs,

For every song my grateful spirit sings.

For daily bread, for shelter from the storm,

For arms that keep me safe and warm.

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights. (James 1:17)

I thank God for the cross, the empty grave,

The life He gave, the world He came to save.

For Jesus, my Redeemer, Friend, and King,

For all the hope His resurrection brings.

Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift! (2 Corinthians 9:15)

I thank God in the waiting and the pain,

For He is working all things for my gain.

I thank Him when I cannot see the way,

Because He is my light and my display.

Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. (1 Thessalonians 5:18)

So let my life be one continuous prayer,

A thankful heart beyond all earthly care.

I thank God—not for what I have or hold,

But for His love that never will grow old.

Amen.

What a Friend we have in Jesus.

 What a Friend We Have in Jesus

A Reflection on the Hymn and Scripture

What a friend we have in Jesus—not a distant king,

But a brother, close and present, who receives our everything.

He is the friend who sticks closer than a brother,

The one who stands beside us like no other.

Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends. (John 15:13)

What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer!

Not a burden left to carry, not a solitary care.

He invites us, weary-hearted, to come find in Him relief,

To trade our heavy sorrow for the balm of unbelief's relief.

Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere?

We should never be discouraged—He is always, always there.

He knows our every weakness, He has walked the road we tread,

The man of sorrows, acquainted with the grief we've often said.

For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet He did not sin. (Hebrews 4:15)

Are we weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care?

He is our refuge, our strong tower, our answer to despair.

His arms are open wide to hold us, His shoulder bears our weight,

His heart is moved with compassion—never early, never late.

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28)

What a friend! He never leaves us, never fails, never forsakes.

In the silence and the shouting, in the giving and the takes,

He remains the same tomorrow as He was in days of old—

The faithful Friend who bought us with a love that can't be told.

I will never leave you nor forsake you. (Hebrews 13:5)

So take heart, O weary traveler, you are known, you are His own.

You are loved beyond all measure, you are never, never alone.

What a friend we have in Jesus—let us take Him at His word.

Tell your story, bring your trembling to the Savior, Friend, and Lord.

Amen.

Save me, Lord.

 Save Me, Lord

A Cry from the Depths

Save me, Lord—the waters rise,

The flood of trouble fills my eyes.

I sink in deep and treacherous mire,

My strength is gone, my hope is dire.

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)

Save me, Lord—I cannot save myself.

My righteousness is but a shelf

Of broken deeds and empty pride.

In You, and You alone, I hide.

Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. (Psalm 51:10)

You are my rock, my fortress strong,

The refuge where I flee from wrong.

Do not delay, O Lord, I pray,

Come quickly—take this fear away.

Be my rock of refuge, a strong fortress to save me. (Psalm 31:2)

Save me, Lord—not just from the deep,

But from the promises I could not keep.

Save me from myself, my wayward will,

And let Your Spirit me fulfill.

The Lord is my light and my salvation—whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life—of whom shall I be afraid? (Psalm 27:1)

For in Your name is all my hope,

Your grace alone can help me cope.

I lift my eyes to You above—

Save me, Lord, with Your unfailing love.

Amen.

Let the Poor say I am Rich.

 Let the Poor Say, "I Am Rich"

A Reflection on 2 Corinthians 8:9 and James 2:5

Let the poor say, "I am rich"—

Not in the currency of earth, not in the fleeting treasure

That moth and rust corrupt or thieves break through to seize.

But in the wealth of heaven, beyond all human measure,

In the riches of His grace that set the captive soul at ease.

For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though He was rich, yet for your sake He became poor, so that you through His poverty might become rich. (2 Corinthians 8:9)

I am rich in forgiveness—every debt is paid,

The ledger of my sins wiped clean, the charges overlaid

By the blood of the Lamb, the currency of the cross.

My poverty of spirit has become eternal gain, not loss.

I am rich in adoption—I am called a child of God,

An heir with Christ, on this solid rock I trod.

No longer orphaned, no longer left outside,

But brought into the family where love will ever abide.

Listen, my dear brothers and sisters: Has not God chosen those who are poor in the eyes of the world to be rich in faith and to inherit the kingdom He promised those who love Him? (James 2:5)

I am rich in presence—the Spirit dwells in me,

The Comforter, the Counselor, the living, breathing key

To every door of blessing, every storehouse of His power.

I lack no good thing in this very hour.

So let the poor say, "I am rich" —not in pretense,

But in the reality of a faith that makes immense

The smallest seed of trust, the faintest ray of hope.

For God's economy has a different scope:

The last are first, the humble are raised high,

And the poor in spirit inherit the kingdom of the sky.

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. (Matthew 5:3)

I may not have a storehouse filled with grain,

But I have the Bread of Life who sustains me in the rain.

I may not wear the finest silk or gold,

But I am clothed in righteousness, a garment bought of old.

So I will say it boldly, with joy and not with shame:

"I am rich"—because I bear the King's own name.

Not by what I own, but by whose I am,

A child of the Father, the resurrected Lamb.

Let the poor say, "I am rich."

For in Christ, we have everything.

Amen.

Let the weak say I am strong.

 Let the Weak Say, "I Am Strong"

A Reflection on Joel 3:10 and 2 Corinthians 12:9-10

Let the weak say, "I am strong"—

Not in their own might, not in their own right,

But in the power of the Lord who rights every wrong,

In the strength that shatters the darkness with light.

Let the weak say, "I am strong." (Joel 3:10, AMP)

For when I am weak, then I am strong—

This is the paradox, the upside-down song

Of the kingdom of God, where the last are first,

And the broken and humble are quenched, not cursed.

But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. (2 Corinthians 12:9)

So I will not hide my frailty or my need,

For in my emptiness, His seeds

Of resurrection power take root and grow,

And from my weakness, His strength will flow.

Let the weak say, "I am strong" —not a lie,

But a declaration that reaches the sky.

It is not denying the battle or pain,

But trusting the One who causes the lame to walk again.

That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. (2 Corinthians 12:10)

When I have no more to give, He gives through me.

When I cannot stand, His arms carry me.

When my voice fails and my courage breaks,

His Spirit within me awakens and takes

The broken words and turns them to praise,

And lifts my head through the darkest days.

So I will say it—not in arrogance or pride,

But in the humble confidence of the One who died

And rose again to be my strength and song.

Let the weak say, "I am strong."

For the Lord is my light and my salvation—

Whom shall I fear?

The Lord is the stronghold of my life—

Of whom shall I be afraid?

The Lord is my light and my salvation—whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life—of whom shall I be afraid? (Psalm 27:1)

I am strong in the Lord and in His mighty power.

Not in myself, but in Him, every hour.

So let the weak say it, let the broken shout it,

Let every trembling heart have no doubt about it:

"I am strong—because He is my strength."

Amen.

Praise is the name of My God.

 Praise Is the Name of My God

Praise is the name of my God—not just an act I bring,

But who He is, my everything.

He is the song that fills my mouth,

The North that guides me, south from south.

When I call His name, I call on praise—

The ancient, endless, holy blaze.

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

Praise is His dwelling, His throne, His home,

Where angels and redeemed ones roam.

He inhabits the praises of His people,

Seated above the highest steeple.

So when I lift my voice and sing,

I am not just offering—

I am entering the gates of grace,

And coming face to face.

But You are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel. (Psalm 22:3, NKJV)

Praise is the name of my God—He is worthy,

In every season, calm or stormy.

When joy abounds or sorrows press,

His name is still my blessedness.

I do not praise to earn His love,

But because He rules the heavens above.

Let everything that has breath give praise—

The morning stars, the ancient days,

The oceans deep, the mountains high,

The eagle circling in the sky.

For His name alone is excellent,

His glory over all is evident.

Let them praise the name of the Lord, for His name alone is exalted; His splendor is above the earth and the heavens. (Psalm 148:13)

So I will praise You, God, my King,

And of Your wondrous works I'll sing.

Praise is the name, the key, the door,

The reason I will evermore

Declare that You are good and true—

Praise is the name of my God. I praise You.

Amen.