Oh, Lord, the number of times You heard and answered. The number of times You reached to pull me from my lump of tears. The times your presence overwhelmed me with joy and peace. You are my rock. You uplift my head. You are the song in my heart. Without you, there is no bounce in my step or lilt to the songbird’s melody. I am grateful to rise each morning to praise You. I bring my thanksgiving in your name and authority, according to the Father’s good and perfect will. Amen.
“The eyes of the Lord are toward the righteous and his ears toward their cry. The face of the Lord is against those who do evil, to cut off the memory of them from the earth. When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears and delivers them out of all their troubles. The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” (Psalm 34: 15-18 ESV)