*Awe Of You

Words come so slowly to my mind
As I stand in awe of you
My soul yearns
My soul aches
But petty words
Your Heart can’t inspire.
This simple brush
This lightest touch
I just cannot describe
So how God?
How will I be able to speak
When your glory
Is revealed to me?
It makes me think,
It makes me feel,
Cause I know your for real.
But I shall never know,
Quite all of you.
Never should my mind
Be able to know,
All your depth,
Nor all your glory.