Nothing But the Glove

I stood up next to a mountain,

I said “What makes you so high”

Your majesty enthralls me 

If only for a little while 

I walked up to the lake, 

I said “what makes you so deep”

Your presence excites me 

Nothing left to keep 

I ran into the forest,

I said, “what makes you so green” 

Your tenderness knows me 

Nothing but a dream

I swam out over the ocean 

I said, “what makes you so blue”

Your vastness entices me 

Nothing is more true 

I shouted to the heavens, 

I said, “what makes you so old”

Your holiness owns me fi›‹

Nothing more can be told 

I laid down my heart today

I said, “what makes you love” 

Your gentleness knows me

It fits just like a glove