Infinite Christ
Give me lyrics to sing your praise, steps to dance to your tune, open my eyes to see wonder, broaden my minds to comprehend the knowledge of how much you are worth, infinite Jesus.
I see the distance between the stars, it is as great as the numerous grains of sand on the seashore. I feel the wind in my face, that mindless matter that swings and swims as though it had the mind of a God. What is it about you, infinite Jesus, that makes all your works reek with omnipotence?
These birds that tease me, with outstretched wings and easy coasting in the skies; this solid earth on which I stand, must it not feel the helplessness of a rock that aims to fly. What is it about you, infinite Jesus, that your world is so full of contrarieties?
And, Oh! Infinite Jesus, should I pause to contemplate the deep seas, what prompted you to create such a vast basin of unfathomable depth, teeming with innumerable life, abounding in mysteries, filling the mind with wonder.
Give me a tongue to speak of your marvelous works, so vast are they that I cannot comprehend them. “When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; what is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?” (Psalm 8:3–4 ASV).
Yes, Lord, in spite of all your greatness, why do you delight in such insignificant creatures as men? Why do you love humans so much that you created such a great universe for their pleasure? I love you, dear infinite and friendly Jesus.
