Sometimes there are no words
To plumb the aching depths
Of this well
To hurl these cries to the heights
Where You are; and carry my call
To where You dwell.
I give up.
All fails me now to put to words
All this, this, inside of me and bridge
These miles apart
Between You and I, God; I cannot.
Tongue-tied, I sit. Oh, God, come down!
And listen to my heart!