What shall I liken your power to Lord?, the strength of an ox? NO! God thy power is like thy love.
Thy wisdom Father shall I compare it to the knowledge of man? NO! Father thy wisdom is like thy love.
Thy glory Father shall I compare it to the light of the sun? NO! Lord thy glory is like thy love.
And why Father do I compare theses things to thy love. . . thy love . . . is infinite.
I was burdened with writing a poem of praise to God as a being but I failed to find anything on this earth to compare to his greatness. But then the epiphany struck me like lightning. I could use the fact that everything is in inadequate to God to describe his greatness.