Praise for all our days.

Praise Him!

You who were brought down from your high and lofty places.

Magnify Him!

You who were drawn up from the depths of destruction and shame.

Shout for joy!

You who have received the great and impossible request you dared to utter from your lips.

Worship through tears!

You who were spared the lesser ask for something you are yet to understand.

May the first sliver of dawn awaken your praise.

May His exaltation steady you through the midday heat.

May whispers of His goodness quiet your heart to rest as the darkness of night falls.

You who are just sprouting, rejoice at the grace of His indwelling presence as you tarry all the days of your life.

You whose voice has gone quieter, and whose body bears the scars of a life poured out, let praise drip from your mouth like honey from the comb.

And you who hold in one hand the unending faithfulness of the Lord in days past, and in the other hand, the sure promise of His presence for the days to come, cry out in gladness for the privilege of being hemmed in each day by these truths.

May all of our days be marked with endless praise to the God who was and who is and who is to come!