Poem: Imperfect Praise

I rest, amazed to know your love,
I cannot comprehend,
and lay below with you above
longing to there ascend.

What thoughts of mine can fully say,
what words can I here pen?
Like ash they all will blow away.
They’re merely works of men.

Someday beyond this mortal sphere
I’ll truly sing your praise;
for now I contemplate you here
in some imperfect phrase.