So Finite Compared To His Glory

It was a new routine , one she never tried before All from what she had seen In looking for more She had lost her zest and seemed to be burning out But this was a test where they needn’t be any doubt She woke up early on Sunday and began to get ready Hearing what others would say, this she had to see The church began to fill as she sat in the back Reflecting upon her will, how every part seemed to lack More people would arrive then they turned on the lights Her heart began to thrive at all the beautiful sights Soon everyone would sing as the priest walked about The joy this would bring in beginning to end this doubt But what the priest had said in his sermon that day Just stuck in her head and would not go away As she laid there that night thinking about his story Oh how life is so finite compared to God’s Eternal Glory Isaiah 40:28 Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable