God,
There is no praise that can uplift you higher than you are
You rule the skies, water trembles at your breath
How is it that we think we bring you praise that you need. Are songs are so small in comparison to the vastness of the unending. Do you need such a small vapor? How can it be? We are as finite as possible while we try to relate to the unextinguishable. What can we say that will raise your name higher than it already is. You speak and angels and demons obey. You wisper and the worlds tremble. Who are we to bring you any praise? What does our heart have that is not already yours? How do we dare deny the almighty?
~inspired by C.S. Lewis and David
