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 to this stumbling thing.
Stretch your hand to me, 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
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