In my room I know You are with me,
on my bed I feel
Your glorious presence.
Yet, these walls cannot contain You.
Your presence pushes them outward
to completely fill my house.
Yet, my home’s outer walls burst from
Your irrepressible Being;
You are not confined.
You push my world further outward,
further upward til they become
a mansion of hills and sky.
Still my space crowds your grandeur;
hills become craggy peaks;
sky fades to star-filled blackness.
All I see cannot encompass Your glory,
but serves as Your furnishings,
even Your humble foot stool.
My imagination cannot define You.
My heart bursts from
Your loving presence.