99:5.9 ... It is high time that man had a religious experience so personal and so sublime that it could be realized and expressed only by “feelings that lie too deep for words.”
A quick google search of “feelings that lie too deep for words” yielded the following:
A Creed for Summer Time
by
W.W. Argow (1955)
I believe in the flowers, and their glorious indifference to the changes of the morrow.
I believe in the birds, and their implicit trust in the loving Providence that feeds them.
I believe in the prayer-chanting brooks, as they murmur a sweet hope of finding the far distant sea to which they patiently run.
I believe in the whispering winds, for they teach me to listen to the still small voice within my feverish soul.
I believe in the vagrant clouds, as they remind that life, like a summer day, must have some darkness to reveal its hidden meaning.
I believe in the soft-speaking rains, accented with warm tears, telling me that nothing will grow save it be fertilized with tears.
I believe in the golden hush of the sunsets, reflecting a momentary glory of that world beyond my little horizon.
I believe in the soft-falling dew, revealing the infinite spring of living waters for things parched and withered.
I believe in the holiness of twilight, as it gives me sense of the presence of God, and I know I am not alone. And whatever else I believe is enshrined in those abiding feelings that lie too deep for words.
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New Testament reference:
Romans 8:26 (RSV)
Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with sighs too deep for words.
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