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!”