Inspired by Matthew 9:8
O Lord,
Source of breath and bone,
Giver of the pulse that stirs the morning—
we stood in the dust of our ordinary hours
until Your wonder passed before us.
A murmur rose among the people,
like wind through barley in the valley.
For we had seen a thing too great for telling,
a kindness too deep for measuring.
The broken had been lifted.
The bound had been loosed.
Where sorrow once lay silent on a pallet of despair,
hope walked upright among us.
And fear fell upon our hearts, O God—
not the fear that flees from shadow,
but the trembling that comes
when heaven stoops low to touch the earth.
We saw that You had not hidden Your power
in the unreachable heights of the sky,
nor sealed Your compassion
within the distant chambers of eternity.
You placed Your authority among men.
You clothed mercy in human hands.
You let forgiveness walk the roads of dust
and speak with a voice we could hear.
Who is like You, O Lord?
You scatter grace where we expect judgment.
You raise the fallen before the eyes of the crowd.
You give to fragile vessels
a glimpse of the glory that belongs to You alone.
And the people marveled.
Old men lifted their heads.
Children pointed with wide eyes.
Women covered their mouths in wonder.
And all the city stirred with astonishment.
We feared,
yet our fear became praise.
We trembled,
yet our trembling turned to song.
For when Your power appears, O God,
it does not crush the weary—
it lifts them.
When Your authority is revealed,
it does not silence the broken—
it restores their voice.
Therefore we glorify You,
Lord of compassion and truth.
Let every street echo with thanksgiving.
Let every house become a place of remembrance.
Let the generations yet unborn hear the tale
of the day when mercy stood among us.
Teach us to marvel again, O God.
For our hearts grow dull with routine,
and our eyes forget the brightness of Your works.
Remind us that Your glory
is not distant thunder only—
but healing in the midst of the crowd,
forgiveness spoken in the hearing of sinners,
and grace given where none was deserved.
Blessed are You,
who gives authority that heals,
who lifts the humble before the multitude,
and who turns fear into praise.
May our lives become a psalm before You.
May our days declare what our eyes have seen.
For You have done among humanity
a wondrous thing.
And we will glorify You forever.
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