Kiss The Son

Lord,

I praise you for your glory, majesty, and sovereign power

over all the heavens and the earth.

Thank you for your comfort and ministry,

even as the nations rage,

and culture roils and rebels

seething against your standards and pleasant boundaries,

I look to you and will not be overwhelmed,

for your scepter rules,

you are the Son of Man, the Son of God,

who has received the ends of the earth as your inheritance.

My hope rests in you alone,

and I long for your once and coming rule.

I will remember that even as the kings of the earth

take their stand and counsel together against you

building towers of Babel, temporal kingdoms and futilities,

you will shatter ungodly oppression, pride, and rebellion

with your rod of iron,

but your staff and hook will lovingly guard and protect

your sheep.

I will take refuge in you,

knowing how blessed I am to know you,

let me worship, revere, and honor you

and serve you with fear and wonder,

and kiss the Son all the days of my life.

I praise you King of kings and Lord of lords,

reign over my life.

Amen.