With all that I am,
I lift up my voice,
to sing praise to You;
my soul shall rejoice.
For when trouble comes,
You stay ever near,
though there comes heartache,
Your voice shall I hear.
You go before me,
and guard all around.
Mighty Defender,
where triumph is found.
You reign forever,
and sit on the throne.
Our refuge and strength,
where justice is shown.
Praises to You, Lord,
for You hear the cries,
of the afflicted,
whom You lead to rise.
The wicked will fall,
the faithful will stand;
Your gracious favor,
blessings from Thy hand.
(Responding to 1 Samuel 17 and Psalm 9)
Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that You alone are worthy of all of our praise. Thank You that You are always faithful to us, even when our faith waivers. Forgive us for our doubts, and help us, in such times, to stop and give You praise. Thank You that as we use our voices to sing of who You are and all of Your wonderful ways, something in our spirit rises up and recognizes just how remarkable You are. Teach us to trust and worship You with a faith and perseverance like David had. May many come to know You through the evidence of our steadfast faith, that is made apparent by our love. In Your wonderful and holy Name, Amen.
© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present
Love this Shannon. I still can’t figure out how you do this daily. 🙂 You bless us with your gift of writing!
Thank you, June. He is so faithful to meet me each morning and provide the words… Have a wonderful week! 🙂