A.W. Tozer can always say what I'm thinking much better than I can.
"O Majesty unspeakable, my soul desires to behold Thee. I cry to Thee from the dust.
Yet when I inquire after They name, it is secret. Thou art hidden in the light which no man can approach unto. What Thou art cannot be thought or uttered, for They glory is ineffable.
Still, prophet and psalmist, apostle and saint have encouraged me to believe that I may in some measure know Thee. Therefore, I pray, whatever of Thyself Thou hast been pleased to disclose, help me to search out as treasure more precious than rubies or the merchandise of fine gold: for with Thee shall I live when the stars of twilight are no more and the heavens have vanished away and only Thou remainest.
Amen."
- ch. 3, The Knowledge of the Holy
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