03.

Praise You O’ Lord in all heaven and earth

Your beauty dwells in all of Your creations

From the depth of the oceans to the ends of the skies

All creatures attest to Your wondrous works.

Yet these are but a tomb of unspeakable death

That entrapped and shackled man’s mind

That appease to reason but not Thy heart

O’ Lord, are we not slaves to our own chains?

Woe is to me that I see but not comprehend

Grief is to me that I hear but not listen

That Your words of wisdom should go misunderstood

And Your loving hands of rebuke go unheeded.

O’ Lord will You tire of my reckless advances

A sliver of breath in a raging tempest

Needless lies and empty words

Shrivel and wither beneath Thy holiness.

O’ Lord, let the ink upon these tattered sheaves never run dry

That the praises unstrung be never more true

So the heart that bleed tears be ever relieved

In the face of Thy eternal peace.

May Your eyes be ever enraptured

To the unwritten pages of secret scribes

For there is none who understood hidden glyphs

But the Maker of everlasting gifts.