How can I praise you Lord? All my words are unworthy,
My tongue’s as rough as gravel, my inkpot deserts me.
Generic, formulaic and pathetic on each element,
My praise surely lost among the grandeur of the eloquent.
Forgive me Lord, my heart seems foreign to my tongue,
So my sacrifice is blemished and your worship left unsung.
But how do I thank you for even one thing you’ve created?
How can I praise you Lord? Every word is understated.
~Poet of Ephraim
Poet of Ephraim 