Oh what a fool I’ve been when you’ve kissed my lips, and I keep looking to the sun as if the sun is You.

Just call me Gomer, girl gone wrong and off the beaten track, lost and lonely in Your wilderness. If only I’d look up to seek You.

I’ve broken my own heart which is bad enough, but how many others have I broken, trying to speak Your language, a false prophet on bended knee and tongue twisted with all the wrong words?

But now I sit, a little child, humbled and weary at your feet, knowing the whole world from the ground up, and thankful, so thankful, that You are much bigger than the sun.