Methinks that when I’m alone praying
I catch a glimpse of the mysteries
That lie enshrined in Thy Being.

Hints of understanding
Melodies of clarity.

When I reflect on my own station however,
I’m held back by the dust that is my body
To fully see clearly where your blessings
Stem from.

Oh it is your Word,
That hath been created from Nothing.
I guess it will forever remain a mystery.

And when I grasp for you with eagerness for more
It’s like knowing how destitute a gnat is
And how miniscule a worm is to Thy stars.

Best just let the Spirit come and go as it may.
When my cup brims over I’ll know how lucky I am.