November 1989
truly Jesus you are great!
every word and every thing
proclaims your greatness
shouting it forth in praise
joy beyond exuberance
unbearable upon this earth
only fitly expressed
with every ounce of strength
every part of being
every bit of life
which comes crashing in
as good as it is
black against you
tears flood my eyes
I have to stop, Lord
you are too much for my pen
in praising you I stop
overwhelmed
when will this body take you
in all your glory
without weakening?
I must praise you and I can’t
to do it right
would take more than all my words
more than all my days
I start…and stop
weeping to praise you
saying only “I love you!”