Praise the Lord. How good it is to sing praises to our God, how pleasant and fitting to praise him! The Lord builds up Jerusalem; he gathers the exiles of Israel. He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name. Great is our Lord and mighty in power; his understanding has no limit. The Lord sustains the humble but casts the wicked to the ground. Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving; make music to our God on the harp.
Heal my broken heart I pray. It aches to my very soul. Yet I am such a small being in this Universe; how can I hope You even know I exist? Because Your Word says You know the number of all the stars, surely You know all of Your created beings. Surely You know the agony my heart suffers. With Your limitless understanding, minister to my painful wounds, heal my brokenness. Gather me to Yourself, restore my soul. While I await Your comforting Presence, my spirit sings Your praise because I know my deliverance is near. And then, as I praise and worship You, Your power washes over my grateful heart, granting my longing for relief.