A chapel I led last semester… =)
I love my God so much; He is so precious to me.
No matter what the circumstances that threaten me,
He is ever my strength, my warm embrace.
He loves me with a mother-like love – unconditional, ever-present.
Even if I stray, He is always willing to take me back.
He is the source of my joy, the only reason that I live.
Because of Him, I hope and praise Him exuberantly.
I wave my arms and dance with vigor;
My face is radiant because of all my God’s blessings and mercy.
He grants rest for my soul in the midst of the harshest turmoil.
I will never be ashamed when my feet are planted on His words.
I cannot contain my excitement;
I have to show it to the world.
They have to know the awesome God that I serve.
He is absolutely lovely.
Though I have not seen Him,
His face cheers my soul;
His hand draws me near;
His love beckons me to His side.
What can I say about my God?
His breath can unearth mountains,
His voice silences nations.
The world stood in silent anticipation in the beginning,
And even now all the world longs for Him to bring redemption.
Even I await His glorious finale.
All this life is His grand show,
Scripted out according to His masterful planning and ingenious mind.
Who could dare to argue with God?
Who could prove to know any better than He does?
Is the One who made the human brain not capable of understanding it?
He searches deep into my soul;
He sees my inmost thoughts and feelings,
My deepest desires and greatest fears.
He knows where I came from
And He knows where I will go.
He loved me before I came to be,
And it was His unfailing love that sent Him –
That drove Him – to the cross.
In pain, scorned, abandoned,
This most loving God of all
I love my God so much.
I love Him because He loved me first;
Because He fought through all of His anguish,
Despising the shame but realizing that
There was a great hope He was achieving for us,
A hope that was worth pursuing,
Even in the face of the vilest death.
And my God is not a victim of death,
But indeed He is a victor.
He’s seated on high;
He rose from the tomb.
He’s who I’m counting on
When I feel weak and afraid,
For His power –
His death-defeating, dynamite power –
Is living and working in me,
Giving me strength that I need.
When I awake in the morning,
My heart belongs to God.
When I lay down to sleep,
His eyes watch over me.
My every step has been laid out
So that I might know Him more
And come to treasure Him for all He is.
I desire to know You even more deeply, God,
Because I have found Your love to be sweet.
Even Your punishment and chastisement
Serve ultimately to draw me closer to You.
So prune me, refine me in the fire,
Take out my impurities
And help me to become a godly man,
A reflection of Christ Himself,
A leader of confidence and humility,
Of peace and justice.
I want to be a man worthy of full respect –
Gracious, well-mannered, sober-minded,
Intelligent, gentle, bold, responsible, fearless;
One who’s whole life is devoted to loving God
With everything he has
And who likewise loves others
With whom he come in contact.
I want to be the kind of person
Who can lead a family;
Who can lead a band;
A hospitable person,
A caring person;
Someone who take care of the sick,
And the oppressed.
I never want to have a tight grip
On my time, my money or my faith,
But I want to give generously
And help out wherever I can.
I want to have a heart like Yours, God,
And it is only through You that I can accomplish this.
Live through me and accomplish Your work.
Thank You. I love You so much.
Dearest God above,
We come to You today giving You thanks,
For You are not just a God seated high above us,
But You are near to each of our hearts
Your providential hands conduct this world
With Your beautiful orchestral score,
And we adore You
We adore Your vast majesty that manifests itself
From the plants to the cosmos
We adore Your great intelligence that instigated a plan
To save a world that in sinful folly made its boast
We adore the way You adore us,
Wretched as we are from coast to coast
‘Til You step in
And into us impart a heart not made of stone
And break our loneliness and all the sickness prior fused to our bones
We were wandering on our own, then crash!
Our feeble minds were blown,
Stepping right into a trap of our own making,
We made it clear that our lives were for the taking,
To be taken without force but by Your divine ordaining,
For what is this world but Your delightful oil painting?
And You sweep the colors this way and that
And sometimes I slip right off like I’m under attack
And I look up to the sky and I question where You’re at
But my God don’t play games – He don’t like it like that
Nah, God, You got my back
And Your back ain’t never been turned on us
Just like the Red Sea been parted,
I know You’re paving our path
And we’ll continue to follow,
Not getting stubborn-hearted and stiff-necked
Like a self-seeking giraffe
Oh, those Israelites didn’t know what they were missing
When they threw You in the trash!
And God our hearts can be just as calloused
We don’t pretend to be shining like diamonds
We just want to look to the true Light
So would You open our eyelids?
With our hearts bowed before You now in humble silence
We lose the words to thank You for Your renewal that brightens
Even the depths of our souls, black as coals at the day’s end
Oh God, would You save us, save us like an old friend?
We ask for Your provision – You always provide
You’re always good, and without any pride
‘Cause You rightfully deserve all the praise
And at the end of our days, when all hands are raised
You’ll lift us up, and like a triumphal parade
We’ll sing and shout and lift high Your name
So with that in mind, direct our hearts today
Help us see from Your perspective,
Following Your divine directive,
Feeding the poor and the needy,
Comforting the broken,
And witnessing to a dying world
May we help widows in their distress
And look out for our fellow man,
Not seeking applause but approval –
Approval from the One who created both the oceans and the sand
For some day,
When this world fades away
All that will matter is what was done by Your hand
Thank You for choosing to love us
Thank You for helping us stand
Not to us, O Lord,
Not to us,
But to Your name be the glory –
To the Eternal One,
The everlasting and exalted Lamb