Worthy of worship, worthy of praise, worthy of honor and glory… O God, my God, You are not just worthy of my words. You are worthy of my silence, my tears, my scars, my surrender. You sit enthroned above the circle of the earth (Isaiah 40:22), and yet You stoop to lift the broken, to bind the wounds no one else sees. Worthy of all the glad songs we can sing, worthy of all the offerings we bring.
But my songs falter sometimes, Lord. They come with cracked notes and trembling breath. My offerings are small, barely enough for this day. But still I bring them. Still I lay them down. Because You are worthy, not because I feel it, but because You are. Worthy of worship and praise. When the night presses in, when my prayers feel unanswered, when my heart is heavy with indescribable whys, You remain Steady. True. Holy.
Father, Creator, You are worthy. Savior, Sustainer, You are worthy. Worthy and wonderful, worthy of worship and praise.
You are the Potter, and I am clay in shaking hands (Isaiah 64:8). You are the Shepherd, and I am the sheep who still wanders. But still You search. Still You speak. Still You stay. Who is like You, O Lord among the gods? Majestic in holiness, awesome in glory, working wonders (Exodus 15:11). You bore my cross. You carried my shame. You called me beloved when I called myself too far gone.
Almighty Father, Master and Lord, King of all kings and Redeemer of all. You rule the heavens, but You also weep at tombs (John 11:35). You speak in thunder, but You also whisper in the quiet (1 Kings 19:12). You command legions of angels, but You walked alone to Calvary. You are the God who kneels to wash feet (John 13:5), and the King who will one day split the sky (Revelation 19:11–16).
Wonderful Counselor, Comforter, Friend, Savior and Source of our life without end.
You are all I need and sometimes I forget. Sometimes I chase shadows when You are the light. But You are patient. Your mercy is new, not recycled, new every morning (Lamentations 3:23). So I fall to my knees, not because I am defeated, but because You are worthy. You are worthy. Worthy and wonderful. Worthy of worship and praise.
Let my life become a living hallelujah. Let my breath echo heaven’s song. Let the days I have left rise like incense (Psalm 141:2), even when they come with pain, with uncertainty, with surrender. Because even then, especially then, You are still worthy.
In the name of the Lamb who was slain, and yet lives forever (Revelation 5:12–13),
Amen