An Endless Stream of Sighs

My smallness at last is oh so real. I now behold that I am borrowed breath. And You, O Lord, well where can I begin and to what end will I start for to behold You is more then words can say. To even attempt such is a pointless pursuit that bears no distinguishable progress for to begin is to acknowledge all that one has already failed to say. I must stop now for so futile are my words. But yet my mouth cannot help feeling pressured by my eyes to translate into words the vision that has produced within my heart an endless stream of sighs.