the amount of thoughts are overwhelming
the time it takes is never ending
but here i go yet again God to see
what it is you want to call out of me
will it make sense will everyone know
how far and fast your love will show
grace in this world and the one to come
or are words falling far from
the epic sweep of your kingdom
you are word made flesh
but our words get so emeshed
LORD we are tempted to replace
love for a phantom with no face
ideas become more important than the people they are for
and our terror fuels what we want more
but you are the very face of love
the word made flesh send from above
so as we write may these words never be enough
