Oh Lord, how majestic is Your name in all the earth! When I pause to consider the works of Your hands, my heart is overwhelmed with wonder. You spoke, and galaxies were birthed; You commanded, and the stars flung themselves into their places, burning brightly to declare Your infinite glory. “The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims His handiwork.” (Psalm 19:1). Who am I, Lord, to behold such beauty, to gaze upon the canvas of Your creation and call You my God?
Your glory is uncontainable, like the roaring of mighty oceans, surging with power and grace. The mountains rise and bow before You; the valleys echo with the whispers of Your greatness. Even the winds carry Your name, and the trees clap their hands in praise. “Let the rivers clap their hands; let the mountains sing together for joy.” (Psalm 98:8). Who can stand in the presence of Your splendor and not be moved to worship?
You are the King of kings, clothed in majesty and light, dwelling in unapproachable glory. Yet, You stoop down to meet us, to reveal Yourself to us in love and mercy. You are the God who measures the heavens with the breadth of His hand and holds the waters of the earth in the hollow of His palm. “To whom will you compare Me? Or who is My equal?” says the Holy One. Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these?” (Isaiah 40:25-26).
Even creation itself groans for the fullness of Your glory to be revealed. Every sunrise sings a song of Your faithfulness, painting the sky with hues of gold and fire. The moon and stars keep watch in the night, silently proclaiming Your constancy. With every beat of my heart, I join this chorus, for You are worthy, O Lord, to receive all honor and power.
Lord, Your glory is not just seen in creation—it is felt in the depths of my soul. Your presence is like the warmth of the sun, illuminating every shadow, igniting every cold place within me. When I stand in Your presence, time fades, and all that remains is the weight of Your majesty pressing upon me. “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is full of His glory.” (Isaiah 6:3).
Your glory is not distant, Lord—it is near. It is the whisper of grace that redeems me, the nail-scarred hands that hold me, the resurrection power that raises me. How can I not fall to my knees in worship? How can my lips not overflow with praise? “Who is like You, O Lord, among the gods? Who is like You, majestic in holiness, awesome in glorious deeds, doing wonders?” (Exodus 15:11).
You are the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the God who was and is and is to come. From everlasting to everlasting, You are God. “Yours, O Lord, is the greatness and the power and the glory and the victory and the majesty, for all that is in the heavens and in the earth is Yours.” (1 Chronicles 29:11).
Today, I declare that my life will be a living offering of worship to You, the King of Glory. I will proclaim Your name to the nations, and my every breath will sing of Your wonder. Lord, let Your majesty consume me; let Your glory radiate through me, so that the world may see and know that You alone are God.
To You, the glorious One, the eternal and holy God, be all the honor, all the power, and all the praise, forever and ever. Amen!
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