How do I worship You O God
Through the fog of praise
And vague understandings?
My mind cannot conjure the image of You,
Though Your Spirit within swells joy at Your Name.
You are elusive and shaded from vision,
Yet one in spirit and love and truth.
Even covered by the smoke of worship
The weight of Your righteousness is crushing,
Breaking the shields covering my unbearable truth,
My face unable to hide from You.
Yet the balm of Christ’s blood covers
And You claim me as Your own.
One day… one day the haze and fog of smoke …gone.
One day… one day to know as I am known.