Dear God holy you are And surpass me by far Your thoughts I could never understand But one day I shall see you in glory land Where I shell utter praises evermore For you are not some made up folklore You are the King of Kings And on you rests my whole being My words to fall short Of giving a report Of your greatness and might Of which I now do write For though I now compose Feeble words to up lift he that arose One day I shall sing Praises for eternity to the king But for now I shall be content To write my words And worship you with the birds And point to you The only God thatβs true Praise be to your name None other is the same I close with this Though your glories I could ever list That you are ever great But you came to earth and set your own fate To face the cross And to suffer loss To save me from they wrath And to set me on a new path All for your glory For this is all your story Praise to the maker of men Amen