The Psalm of Life’s Mystery

Praise to the God of Armies, the God of All Flesh — The Restorer of Life

“Behold, I am the God of all flesh. Is anything too hard for Me?”

— Jeremiah 32:27

A sacred psalm of praise to the God of Armies, the God of all flesh — offered for the renewal of life and the healing of every body organ.

O God of Armies, God of all flesh,

You are the Weaver of bodies, the Breather of souls,

The Eternal Flame who ignites the pulse of creation.

You called life out of nothing,

And clothed dust with divine purpose.

You formed the body like a sanctuary of mystery,

And stitched it with the thread of Your Spirit.

You filled it with organs — each one a miracle,

Each heartbeat a drumbeat of Your presence.

Who but You, God of Armies, God of all flesh,

Could carve out arteries like rivers,

Map capillaries finer than spider’s silk,

Place eyes like lamps and lungs like fountains of breath?

You built the human temple —

Bone by bone, vein by vein, cell by cell,

With wisdom deeper than oceans,

With mercy wrapped in muscle and marrow.

The brain thinks, the heart beats,

The blood flows, the limbs respond,

And none of it is random.

It is You, O God of Armies,

Who reigns invisibly inside every living being.

O God of all flesh, You are the repairer of organs,

The rebuilder of blood, the restorer of breath.

You know the language of the kidneys,

The rhythm of the liver, the secrets of the skin.

We praise You not only to honor,

But to be renewed — body and soul.

For praise to the God of Armies, the God of all flesh,

Is a fountain of healing and a river of revival.

By this praise, restore our organs,

Rewire our nervous system, cleanse our vessels.

Revitalize every tired cell,

And command new life into dry bones.

You are not only Creator —

You are Renewer, Restorer, Resurrector.

You give tendons new strength,

You cause the womb to leap with joy,

You awaken the brain from its sleep.

Praise rises from our lips like incense,

And healing descends like morning dew.

Because You are the God of Armies,

And You are the God of all flesh —

There is nothing too hard for You.

You made the fish to swim with grace,

The bird to fly with hollow bone,

The lion to roar, the baby to laugh,

And none of them live apart from Your breath.

You are the Composer of instincts,

The Whisperer to the bones, the Potter of the womb.

Even death must bow before Your Word,

For You hold the keys to life and vitality.

So I will praise You with my body —

Which You formed, which You heal, which You love.

Let every soul join me and say:

Life is not random — it is the breath of the God of Armies, the God of all flesh!

From womb to tomb, from cell to spirit,

We carry Your glory in our flesh.

Great are You, God of Armies,

Designer of life, Restorer of organs,

God of all flesh, Eternal and Mighty.

Glory to the God of Armies, the God of all flesh, the greatest spiritual being of all time. Amen.