My Lord and My God
My Lord and My God. My Savior and My Master. You
are truly the King of
everything.
From the·beginning You always existed and then you
spoke - just one
word and created
all that there is and all there will ever be. You
placed each star in
the sky and each planet
in its'' place. You set each planet spinning just
so. The glory of all
the heavens shines each
day giving glory to you and your wondrous powers.
And yet a thousand
stars bursting
into bright auras or the sun shining its'' very
brightest, or the most
magnificent explosion
from space can never capture the brightness or
glory of your most
perfect majesty.
The oceans and the rivers flow endlessly. Each
river and stream in the
mountains flows
without end a-eating majestic waterfalls, all
created by my Lord. When
I see the
mountains rising to the sky, I can''t help but
think what an awesome
God you are that this
beauty is what you chose to create. There are
mountains underneath the
deepest ocean
which we have never seen, but you have seen and if
what I can see
captures my
imagination so, what then would I see in all your
creation that I am
not even able to ·
imagine?
Each day brings a different part of your creation
so alive and real.
When I am taking a
walk I walk along and notice the majesty of the
clouds in the sky. The
sky is so immense
and so beautiful whether it is churning with gray
clouds bringing
thunderstorms or
whether it is a deep azure blue with the sun
shining so brightly. It
is like this giant
protective canopy you have placed over us all. The
clouds are so pure
and white, like the
home of a thousand angels with their wings spread
over the skies. What
a God I worship
that was alone and with a thought and a spoken
word created this
beauty. For yourself -
this is what You love and You think is beauty. And
if this is what is
here, I can not wait
to see what glorious creations await those of us
who are your children
in the home we call
Heaven.
I praise you my God for my body and each function
I have that you have
blessed me with.
I pray God that when I am feeling sad over a loss
of one thing, when I
am crying over a
part of me I wish were different, that You would
remind me God that
you made me and
created me just the way you wanted me. That I am
your child and that
you don''t make
mistakes. Does the giraffe cry because he wanted a
short neck like the
elephant? Maybe
the wolves cry because they wanted the big trunk?
No, God you made
each of your
creatures exactly the way you wanted them. They
are a1l different. And
each of your
children are different. Me, I praise you each
morning God that I have
use of my lungs, my
eyes, my ears, my hands, my thumbs, my legs and
feet, my tongue and
mouth. I pray God
that with the rising of each new day I would be
reminded to use my
mind and my body to
your glory, not only in service to you, but in
remembering that I
belong to you and you
made me. I give you glory and praise and gratitude
for myself and each
blessing I have.
I give you praise God when I stand at the edge of
your oceans. I look
as far as my eyes
can see and the oceans go on and on and on. Each
wave continues to
come forth and crash on the beach. The seashells
are coming by an
endless supply straight from your
hands to the shore.·" There are starfish and
jellyfish and whales and
sharks and conchs,
mmvelous sand crabs that run sideways up the beach
and down into their
tunnels. What
an imaginatio1J11ny God has. A crab that runs
sideways. And to watch
dozens of them at
once. What ftl amazing thing to bring your
children so much enjoyment.
You have filled
the skies with the most beautiful birds. The
robins with their red
breasts hopping through
the grass selrching out by the instinct You gave
it the worms for its
young. The
woodpeckers on the trees hollowing out little
home, by the instinct
You gave it, for its''
young. Th~owls with its ability to tum its head
around like it does
and the eagle who
soars through the mountains with huge beautiful
majestic wing spans.
You created such
colors in the bird kingdom. My gosh, the bright
blues and greens and
reds in all your
creation of these flying wonders.
My Lord and My God I give you all the praise and
glory and worship for
you alone are
deserving of it. You alone created the planets,
the stars, the sun and
moon, the rain which
gives drink to this earth, the winds, the trees,
giant redwoods,
breathtaking dogwoods,
giant pines, the sturdy oaks and the willows that
bend so gracefully
with the winds. You
created every flower and every blade of grass that
our eyes will ever
see, every song a bird
sings and every breath of air that I breathe. I
give you glory and
honor and praise God for
all these things and millions more. But what I
give praise the most
for is the incredible gift
of my eternal life. I thank you for Jesus. I thank
you for his tender
mercies and his grace.
I thank you for his compassion and his sacrifice.
I thank you that you
created all there has
ever been and all there will ever be and yet in
the midst of all this
enormous creation of
yours, you have the time to hear my prayers, to
answer them, to be
with me, just one of
your millions of children. You comfort me and give
me a peace that is
so far beyond my
human understanding. You are truly my God, my
Lord, my Master, the
Ruler of my Life.
I love you.
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