Who can know the depths of Your grace?
Who can feel You breathe life across their face?
Who hears Your mighty stars
Make melodies, not just a few bars
But an entire orchestra in the sky!
Who has the whales sing their precious songs,
Or made the barren woman suffer long
In order to reveal just a hint of Your glory?
What majesty is still lovingly hidden?
What beauty is still to be written?
What colors are still to be seen
Or hopes made into reality’s dreams?
Oh how these words limit my praise.
My whole self I raise
As an offering to this mysterious and Sovereign God.
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