by MORGAN SMITH - December 19, 2019
in the vapor of Your breath, miracles are born
for me, You wear rags and a crown of thorns
yet, i know i don’t deserve anything
but onto You i will forever cling
You’ve made everything lovely in its time
stars, mountains, waters - all complete sublime
You have transformed my life into beauty
so, praising You is my only duty
You will fulfill me from bottom to top
Lord, may my blissful worship never stop!
thank You for your steadfast love and mercy
because i will always be unworthy
creation bows at the sound of Your voice
and, Lord, forevermore i will rejoice
along with every shining star, i beam
because You are like a glorious dream
that i know i may never comprehend
but i know with You, Lord, there is no end.