Λόγος
Much more than the most searing gold
Much sweeter than honey on a comb
Oh Yhwh you are what I grip so dear
My Fortress of wonder whom I want ever so near
Converts the gloomy heart to intone
Enlivening the dry ensnared soul
The never motionless longing to hear thee
My mighty Warrior whom I will grasp ever so tightly
Allow me not to drift from your Word
Make me wise so that I may see and be unfurled
For it is too immense for me to soley unfold
My King, incline to my desperate groans and cries
My hope is that they be precious in your holy sight
Make wide my eyes to see that your law is right
Inspired by Psalms 19&119
Sounds straight from the book of Psalms itself! Beautiful!