Entire galaxies kind your royal train.
The numerous host of heaven,
comets, asteroids, vapors, black holes,
all adhere to just after you like so quite a few ducks behind their mother.
And but, Lord, my immmense, thoughts-boggling, Star-Shepherd,
you condescend to me,
to sit with me,
whisper to me,
commune with me.
Such thoughts are as well marvelous for me,
I can’t attain unto them!
But I praise you and thank you,
in Jesus’ name, amen.