May I embarrass the angels with the ardor of my praise.
I bow, Lord.
I kneel with your people
around the world
to honor your name
and tell of your love and your faithfulness,
to exalt your name and your word.
I call, and you answer.
I grow weary, and you pour out strength.
Your words are worthy to be praised,
your ways are worthy to be followed.
Your glory is great.
High as you are,
ineffable and indescribable,
you look upon the lowly,
and the proud you recognize a mile away.
Whatever trouble my Enemy may send,
you preserve my life;
you strike my foes,
and lift me up with your right hand.
I know you will fulfill your purpose for me;
I am the work of your hands;
you will not abandon me.
There is nowhere I can go
where your love will not reach me.
Amen.
(based on Psalm 138; photo by Shlomaster via pixabay.com)
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