Infinite though thou art, O King
A ghost You seem, in my cold chest
Lamenting, my rent soul doth sing
And wonders if you've now gone deaf.
With all my voice I make my plea
But find Truth runs aground
Silent trembling - it's just me
Thunder screams - You must be found
Rains of circumstance now fall
Puddled heartache, muddied might
Eleventh hour, new resolve
Vessels surge to lose this fight
Amidst the turmoil I seek Your face
Empty stars glare back at me
Are my hands too small to hold Your grace
Or have I outgrown infinity?
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