There are times when my heart swells
seemingly to burst at any time
when by chance I hear those heavenly bells
makes me ready those stairs to climb

But until then I can only stand in wonder
and sadly stutter and blunder
with my lack of utmost inability
to voice my feelings; utter futility

I lift my hands and utter all I can
in praise to Him, with this small voice of man
still He rains down blessings pure and sweet
washing me mightily from head to feet

And yet, I feel much less able to voice the wonder I feel
solidly bound, as if by strong bands of steel
in my inability to praise and worship Him enough
I fail: and my heart stings at my self rebuff

So while tears of joy flow down my face and glisten
many times I've found it better to stand silent and listen
the music of silence wrings all from my heart the payoff
as I see again . . . When Words Leave Off . . . .