a thousand suns cannot outshine a mere glimpse of You
this same glory dwells in me, but i’m so blind and feeble that i miss it.
mere words don’t seem to touch or express all that You really are
even in my most eloquent moments i fall drastically short of even a depiction of you
Your glory shines in every color that i see and every sound that makes it’s way to my ears
yet i often miss it, bored and preoccupied with lesser things.