Knock, Knock

Here I am Lord
Knocking on your door,
With my eyes studying the floor;
I'm trying once more.

Like a child, I struggle to find the words
As if they have to be perfect
For my voice to be heard.

To the best of my ability
I knock at your door
While I am afraid to find
Whether your eyes will meet mine.

I want to look you in the face
And know you.
To see you and be speechless,
As if in awe of the starlight.

Most of all I want to know
That the God I know is well, You, You know?

"For He whom I bow to, only knows to whom I bow.
When I attempt the ineffible name murmrring 'Thou'."