I opened my eyes and saw many wondrous things:
The clouds at day and the stars at night,
The sea that spans the vast horizon,
Creation–He made with such delight.

And then I look at me: intricately woven,
Made with so much love,
Fashioned in the image of God above.
He knows me more than I know myself
The depths of my dark past, the whereabouts of the now,
Every detail of the distant future or what'll happen after now.

I stand mesmerized by that Love that cares about every detail of me
Even where I'll spend eternity.
Undeserving of that grace, that forgiveness, the blood that was shed on the cross,
I'm even more in awe of how this battle was not Love's loss.
He rose so I can rise. He conquered so I can conquer.

What better response can I do than share that Love and fall in worship too?