Giving God the fruit of our lips is to pour our hearts in worship, adoration, and thanksgiving. It is the act of an intimacy with Him.
Thank you, Father, for condescending to us humans who were lost and under the chains and clutches of the devil.
Thank you, Lord, for sending Jesus Christ an epitome of your love to deliver us from darkness, the cage, and the horror of sin.
Thank you for His birth and life.
Thank you for the sacrifice of dying for us on the cross of cavalry.
Thank Jesus for the blood of the new covenant you shed that we sinners lost, groping in sin, and darkness; bound for eternal damnation, may experience reconciliation to the Father.
Thank you for we no longer have to be strangers and foreigners to the household of God.
Thank you, Jesus, for bridging the gulf of separation and estrangement from the Father.
Thank you for the sacrifice of love, which gives us access to be called sons of God.
Thank you for the love that mapped out the salvation plan and the grace that made it accessible to man.
Thank you for making the access to the Father easy and straightforward.
Thank you for as many as receive the Lord Jesus Christ, you give them the power to become the children of God.
Thank you for the gift of salvation not only as children but heirs of the kingdom.
Unto you, Lord, be all the glory, honor, and adoration forever.
We worship you; we exalt you, Lord; we adore you, Father. How awesome and excellent is your Name.
We in a chorus, along with the angels who stand around the throne day and night, bow before the throne and worship you, God, saying, “Amen, blessing and glory, and wisdom, and thanksgiving, and honor, and power, and might, be to our God forever and ever. Amen.” (Revelation 7:11-12).
We are grateful for the Lord Jesus Christ, born to save. We remember the day you delivered this incredible gift to man, and we rejoice, celebrate our heritage of hope, salvation, access, and intimacy with God.
We worship you Lord.
Below are YouTube links to some uplifting Christmas songs
Behold what love
Hark the herald
Silent night