But I Still Try - Broken Shards of Praise

Words are but frail vessels to hold the ocean of His praise,

Brittle expressions of wonder that crowd my heart.

I can never put into words my awe of His galactic triumphs

Or fully fathom the intricacies of His designs… but I still try.

How do I sing praises to the One Who’s delighted in countless virtuosi before?

My admiration set to the utmost still seems too feeble.

How can I give tribute to the One Who requires nothing the earthly can offer?

My applause scarcely registers discernable… but I still try.

What honors or accolades can I offer to the Lover of my soul?

Every mode of worship falls pitiably short.

What glory can I speak to impress the One Who cannot be influenced

When every compliment presented is redundant… but I still try.

Yet I offer these broken shards of praise,

Knowing that in the attempt, my spirit finds its truest song.

I can never thank the Lamb Who was slain, not for me but as me,

Who reopened the gates of Paradise… but I still try.

A free verse with elements of lyric poetry

dv - 8/25