You are

I will worship you, Lord, even if I don't feel like it. 

I might be burnt out and crushed and destroyed and stretched to the limit. 

Yet I will praise you because you are so worthy of my praise. 

Even in my worst of days, you are still my Lord and King. 

You are amazing. 

You give me strength. 

You come beside me. 

You rescue me. 

You supply me. 

You are my sustenance. 

You are my saving grace. 

Your presence is all I need.

 Because Lord, you give it all to me. 

When I am low and down in the dumps, you come and turn it all around. 

I don't know how you do it, but you constantly surprise me with the ways that you supply my needs and wants and innermost desires. 

You are the spark in my fire. 

You fan my flame. 

You are my flame.

 Everything that I am is because of you because you breathed your breath into my lungs. 

Simple worship and praise are like the least I can do, honestly.

 You deserve more than my human words can ever give to you. 

You deserve much more than I can offer. 

Yet, you still deem my sacrifice and offering worthy. 

You deem me worthy. 

I might feel worthless, but you see value in me. 

I might feel depressed, but you give me not. 

I might be in the valley of the shadow of death, but you calm my fears. 

You, oh Lord, are good. You love me even when I don't deserve it.

 You fight for me when the world is fighting against me.

 If it were up to me, I wouldn't do what you do.

 Justice is that I suffer for all the sins and wrongs that I do. 

Mercy is that you forget my sins and grace is that you give me life. 

For that, I will praise you. 

You, Jesus, are my God and the one that I love. 

My soul has been searching for a love like this, and now that I have found the one that is love.

 The person whose very existence is love. 

It would be foolish of me to not bow down in praise to the God who saves. 

You, oh Lord, are mercy and grace.