Jesus

 

Jesus, the Name above every name—
whispered in pain, shouted in joy,
sung by angels, feared by darkness,
beloved by the broken.

Jesus, my Deliverer,
who found me in the wreckage
and made me whole with a word.
Who calmed the storm inside me
before He calmed the one outside.

Jesus, the Lamb who was slain,
and the Lion who roars in victory.
You wore a crown of thorns to give me a crown of life.
You stretched out Your arms to embrace the world—
to embrace me.

Jesus, the Name that makes hell tremble,
but makes my soul rest.
The One who holds the galaxies
and still holds my hand.

Jesus, my High Priest, my Intercessor,
my Risen King.
The one who walks with me through fire,
who sits with me in sorrow,
who rejoices over me with singing (Zephaniah 3:17).

There is no one like Jesus.
No name as mighty, no love so deep,
no grace so relentless, no Savior so faithful.

Jesus, the reason I’m breathing.
The reason I’m free.
The reason I believe—again and again and again.

I speak Your name now,
with awe, with love, with authority:

Jesus.