I just started scribbling this when I was supposed to be listening to the sermon one Sunday. There is actually music to this one -- the only song I've ever finished, more or less, and in spite of its simplicity, it's the most continually-resonating poem I've ever written. Unlike everything else I've "created," I always feel like I didn't actually write this myself, and that I do not at all own these words...which is kinda weird, but in a good way.
The Only Song (so-titled for lack of a better one)
What words could I bring,
that haven't already been said?
What words could I offer up to you
That reach beyond the lines I've read?
My tongue inadequate,
My heart unsatisfied,
I never seem to give you what you're due
No matter how hard I try
Oh, I am overwhelmed
By the faithfulness you've shown
'Cause just how undeserving I can be,
Only you and I know
So deeply do I feel,
With head bent down in awe,
Your love so astounding, so surreal,
I scarce can speak at all
Read my soul,
Hear my mind,
Be glorified by what I would say to you,
If I had the words
Such power in your name--
Who can comprehend?
I'm often rendered speechless by the ways
Our fallen lives you mend
For human hearts will fail,
But in yours we will find strength
And words cannot describe your vastness, Lord,
That quiets me to peace
Read my soul,
Hear my mind,
Be glorified by what I would say to you,
If I had the words
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