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How
do I write of Thy gifts to me? Where
are the words to describe A cascading waterfall of the knowledge Of
who You are, Dear God, As
You pour Yourself over me? No
text can be written to rightly represent who You are to me. No
memory could hold all things You have given me. No
pictures can demonstrate, No
feelings can be released, And
no words can be given that could possibly fulfill An
explanation of what You have done for me. The
universe itself, and anything in it, separately Or
combined together can not hold who You are, For
You are The Creator, The
Builder Himself of what could be the means of describing who You are. And
the work of the maker, only in part, can tell of the maker. Yes,
Lord, no words can be written of Your complete greatness. No
words can be written that could, even in part, Demonstrate
the greatness You have poured out upon me. You
are God. I
love You. And
in that You love me, I just say, “Thank
You Dear God, Thank You.”
Selah
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