You are worthy of worship,

 glory and honor and praise…knees bending.

 

But I cannot…

     draw forth or marshal enough

     focus to pay attention to the narrative

 

     generate even small bits of emotion,

     to sing or dance or clap my hands

 

I feel dry and lifeless

At times, even wondering if this whole act is to the sky

 

But you…

     You break through the opposition of my inert life

     You call forth the rocks to croon out love songs and

     You will draw the nations to fall down on their knees…even
if I will not choose to bow.

 

You…