My Lord, my Lord
The heaven of heavens
And the deepest of the earth
Cannot fathom what you are like.

Yet we cannot fail to see you
Cannot fail to see how you move
You are our encounter
In the morning when we wake
You sustain us
When we shut our eyes
Yet the highest of heaven
And deepest of me
Does not perceive what you are

Your presence unravels me
And I yield to your heart
You rearrange me
Inside and out
You make me fit
Into the destiny you're giving me

Your army of laid down lovers
Are unraveled on the floor
They have become humble
They have become poor
How is it you so expertly take us all apart
Yet hold us all together

Your presence is where we will be
When we are changed
And when we overcome
Your presence is where we will be
On the day when your glory is revealed

How beautiful
How pleasant
To stare softly at you
How radiant, enlivening 
To gaze on you

The highest heaven of heavens
And deepest of the earth
Sees a glimpse
An overwhelming glimpse
Oh Lord, our Lord