Please tell me about creation.
How'd you manifest contemplation?
What's the essence of elation?
How'd you texturize sensation?
How'd you choose on copulation?
Why'd you allow in frustration?
All from one source, with zero distillation.

Please tell me about Yourself so that I can know me too,
If I'm just the image, then an imagined sense won't do.
I need the facts ineffable, I need the tried and true,
I need to feed this hunger for reality, that's You.

You speak me into existence and sustain me by Your Word,
If ever Your name doesn't leave my lips, that's my last breath you heard.



Glory is substance, that residue of God,
He leaves when we're following, to know where He has trod.