My Lord 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 itsí 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
itsí very brightest, or the most magnificent explosion from space can never capture the brightness or glory of your most
The oceans and the rivers flow endlessly. Each river and stream in the mountains flows without end creating majestic
waterfalls, all created by my Lord. When I see the mountains rising to the sky, I canít 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 donít 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 all 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, marvellous
sand crabs that run sideways up the beach and down into their tunnels. What an imagination my God has. A crab that runs
sideways. And to watch dozens of them at once. What an 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 searching
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 itsí young. The 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 honour 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