we don’t have words to tell it all,
sometimes without the words to use,
mysterious meanings we can lose.
What is the mix of love and fears,
when loving mighty God appears?
And how does He appear to me
with only eyes of faith to see?
How tell the sorrow that we feel
when we can see our sins so real?
How tell the mix of joy and shame
when we’re forgiven for the blame?
And how describe the sense of peace
when all the grief and sorrow cease?
And the affection that we share
when God’s love covers every care?
The limits of our language show
when God lets us His presence know,
and so we’re forced by faith to pray
without discovering the way.
And if no eye has heaven seen,
its happiness no words will glean,
in hope we place our wordless goal,
and in His hands our silent soul.
-- by Pete Voelz 11/3/11
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