Reverence Him.
He spoke—and stars ignited.
He breathed—and man awoke.
He stretched out His hand—and seas parted,
storms stilled,
blind eyes opened,
the dead walked out of tombs.
Reverence Him.
He walked on water like it was dust.
He fed thousands with a boy’s lunch.
He touched lepers and they were clean.
He spoke truth and demons fled.
He wept at graves,
then shattered death with a word.
Reverence Him.
He is the First and the Last,
the Lion and the Lamb,
the Judge and the Justifier,
the Servant King.
Holy in perfection,
gentle in mercy,
righteous in wrath,
faithful in love.
Reverence Him.
He is the Rock beneath my feet,
the Fortress around my soul,
the Light that guides my path,
the Fire that warms my heart.
He is strength when I am weak,
peace when I am afraid,
grace when I have failed.
Reverence Him.
He found me in the pit—
and didn’t leave me there.
He bore my shame,
carried my cross,
bled for my healing,
died for my ransom.
Then He rose—
undefeated,
unchanged,
unshaken.
Reverence Him.
He walks with me through every valley.
He speaks when the world is silent.
He stays when others leave.
He rules when chaos reigns.
He reigns when kings fall.
Reverence Him.
All heaven cries,
“Worthy!”
The saints cry,
“Holy!”
Creation groans
and angels sing—
but none owe Him like I do.
So I will reverence Him.
With my breath,
with my days,
with my scars,
with my praise.
Forever and ever—
Reverence Him.
