August 11, 2001


The Glory


oh God help me to write

these words which wish to praise


and You alone

my God and my King


oh how this body seeks Your glory

too weak to feel but a part

overwhelmed by the merest hint of You



in thrusting mountains rearing up their heads

in mighty waters pouring into nothing

in roaring thunders upon the cloud

in the still small voice upon the soul


and weep

truly You

and You alone

are the only God

the One to whom all things seek


would that this body could be empowered

and joyfully, completely, give You Your due

but I am weak and bound by chains

which I have not allowed You to break

help that these as well may pass

and I be released to Your praise