O God, what do You want me to say more?
Have I not said and thought of everything?
What other mystery can I explore,
no new ideas to set before my King?
Yet if I listen, I may hear some still,
I know there must be more You could inspire,
there must be things You will I can fulfill,
I probably could aim a little higher.
So how does one explore the infinite?
I know I've barely touched on what is there,
I've tasted only such a little bit,
I can start out when I begin to care.
O God, why wait when You throw me the ball?
I must move now if I'm to go at all.
-- by Pete Voelz 1/07
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