Broken Praise

What does it look like
To seek and find the comfort that I need
From a God I can only perceive?

How does it sound
To let out a shout for what I know to
Be true about the One I believe is You?

O God, I am only learning to stumble
Through these designs of You
In what I hear is the truth

Searching to find this comfort, Dear God
I am weak
Dear God, I don’t know what to say

Yet I call out to You
O Jesus, the One of Hope,
From a broken and anguished soul

I know not what to do
When I can’t understand the way You move
But in humanity breathe, and keep breathing

Dear God, let this be my prayer
The breath I take in because all of this air
Is the only thing I can manage

This is my way of lifting up to You
My broken praise
O God, is this all I can say to You, Yahweh?

If so, let Your will prevail
And have my heart always know
I rest in the hands of the Great I Am

And in those hands,
I breathe and keep breathing
To the praise of Your glory

Therefore, If this be the last breath I take
Even amid this broken praise,
just give me one last chance to say
I love You