Your voice it thunders. The oaks start twisting. The forest sounds with cedars breaking. The waters see You and start their writhing. From the depths a song is rising.
I've tried to stand my ground. I've tried to understand. But I can't seem to find. My faith again. . Like water on the sand. Or grasping at the wind. I keep on falling short.
Late have I loved You. Beauty so ancient, so new. Late have I loved You. You were within me. But I was outside You. . And it was there that I searched for You.
They tried to keep you in a tent. They could not keep you in a temple. Or any of their idols, to see and understand. . We cannot keep you in a church.