I do not understand.
The things I have heard Lord on High
they are beyond me.
How can I with my aching head
take hold of what you have done?
How can my twisted tongue
speak clearly of your great deeds?
Let your grace O King reach
even unto this stumbling thing
stretch you hand to I, a mere shadow of a shadow of your glory
and open my mind to your wonders.
How weary I am of my clumsy questing,
my questioning tongue that fails
even the simplest of queries
and leaves me searching in the ocean for a stone.
How feeble my efforts,
how weak my arms in reaching for you.
The distance stretches beyond what I can fathom
double that and double again.
How far you are O Lord above my understanding
how great beyond my grasp
leaving me as though blind and deaf
before the magnitude of your majesty.
Even the things you have shown me
I do not understand
The things you have told me
I cannot comprehend
Teach me O Lord the beauty of your presence!
I dont need any help on this one.
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a little rough at parts,
but very lovely at others..
I think they'll smooth out, the more you write.
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