A Psalm of Praise and Exaltation September 23, 2026 O Lord, You are high above all the earth, yet You draw near to those who call upon Your name. The heavens declare Your majesty, and the earth is filled with the evidence of Your goodness. Before the mountains rose, before the seas were gathered into their depths, before the morning knew its first light, You were God. You are God. And forever You shall be God. There is none beside You. No throne stands above Yours, no power rivals Your strength, no wisdom exceeds Your understanding, and no darkness can overcome Your light. You speak, and creation obeys. You command the dawn to rise, You set boundaries for the oceans, You scatter the stars across the heavens, and You know each one by name. Holy, holy, holy are You, O Lord. Perfect in righteousness, abounding in mercy, steadfast in love, faithful through every generation. I will exalt You when the morning breaks, and I will praise You when night surrounds me. When my hands are full, I will bless Your name. When my hands are empty, still I will worship You. For Your worth is not measured by what You place in my hands, but by who You are. You have been my refuge in trouble, my strength when I was weary, my wisdom when I could not see the way, and my song when sorrow tried to silence me. Who is like You, O Lord? You lift the fallen. You restore the broken. You forgive the repentant. You defend the weak. You give hope to the hopeless and breathe life into places we thought were dead. Above all, You have revealed Your glory in Jesus Christ, the Lamb who was slain and the King who conquered death. At His name every knee shall bow, and every tongue shall confess that Jesus Christ is Lord. Therefore, let everything within me praise You. Let my mouth declare Your goodness. Let my hands serve Your purposes. Let my feet walk in Your ways. Let my heart remain steadfast before You. Let every breath You have given me become an offering of praise. May kings bow before You. May nations tremble at Your holiness. May generations yet unborn hear of Your mighty works. May fathers tell their children, and children tell their children, that the Lord is good, His mercy endures forever, and His kingdom shall never end. I will not give my highest praise to temporary things. I will not bow before the idols of this age. My hope is not in wealth, strength, applause, or power. My hope is in the Lord, Maker of heaven and earth. So rise, O my soul, and bless your Creator. Remember His faithfulness. Remember His mercy. Remember the cross. Remember the empty tomb. Remember that the King is coming again. Let the heavens rejoice. Let the earth be glad. Let the redeemed lift their voices. Let every creature declare: Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised. To You belong the glory, the honor, the power, the dominion, and the praise, from generation to generation, from everlasting to everlasting. You alone are worthy. And while there is breath in my lungs, there will be praise on my lips. Blessed be the name of the Lord, now and forevermore. Amen.