My God, how wonderful You are… how majestic, how holy, how utterly beyond my comprehension. You are clothed in light, dwelling in unapproachable glory, and yet You stoop low to hear my cry.
“…who alone has immortality, who dwells in unapproachable light, whom no one has ever seen or can see. To him be honor and eternal dominion. Amen.” (1 Timothy 6:16)
“The Lord is high above all nations, and his glory above the heavens! Who is like the Lord our God, who is seated on high, who looks far down on the heavens and the earth?” (Psalm 113:4–6)
O God, how terrible it would be if You were only mighty—but You are also merciful. You are tender as a Father, strong as a Rock, gentle as a Shepherd who carries the lamb close to His heart.
“He will tend his flock like a shepherd; he will gather the lambs in his arms; he will carry them in his bosom, and gently lead those that are with young.” (Isaiah 40:11)
I have no words worthy of You, yet still, You invite me to call You Abba Father.
“As a father shows compassion to his children, so the Lord shows compassion to those who fear him.” (Psalm 103:13)
My heart trembles at Your holiness, yet it finds rest in Your love. For Your mercy reaches to the heavens, and Your faithfulness stretches to the skies.
“Your steadfast love, O Lord, extends to the heavens, your faithfulness to the clouds.” (Psalm 36:5)
You do not treat me as my sins deserve. You invite me in, robe me in righteousness, and call me beloved. O Lord, how can it be?
“My God, how wonderful Thou art, Thy majesty how bright!
How beautiful Thy mercy seat, In depths of burning light.”
And still, You beckon me to come.
But Lord, I confess—there are days when You feel far. There are nights when I drown in silence, and wonder if my prayers even touch Heaven. My spirit groans, too broken for words, yet I cling to the hope that even groans rise as incense before You.
“Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.” (Romans 8:26)
“You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book?” (Psalm 56:8)
You never forsake Your own. You are my refuge when the storm rages, my anchor when I drift, my joy when the night lingers too long.
O God, how I long to love You more. To fear You rightly—not with dread, but with awe. With trembling wonder that the King of the Universe would know my name.
“My God, how wonderful Thou art, Thou everlasting Friend!
On Thee I stay my trusting heart, Till faith in vision end.”
When I see You face to face, Lord—not through a veil, not through tears—I will fall before You in worship.
But until then, let me walk in Your light, rest in Your mercy, and live for Your glory.
“One thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to inquire in his temple.” (Psalm 27:4)
You are wonderful, my God. My heart bows low and lifts its eyes high. In awe, in longing, in love, I whisper and I shout: My God… how wonderful You are.
Amen.