No amount of praise can really capture the Lord's magnificence

[dattaseva]

What words can praise You, my Unimaginable Lord?
He alone can truly praise You, who even knows God.
You are known to You alone, says the sacred Shruti.
You’re best indicated by the silence of inability-Neti!
 
But my heart full of gratitude and love constantly
Struggles to find words of praise that are worthy.
Glorious Enchanter of creation, God Almighty.
But this too isn’t enough praise of Thee. Neti!
 
Prodigal humans forsook You out of free will.
To reform them sinners You keep incarnating.
You are the Bearer of human-caused suffering.
But this too isn’t enough praise of Thee. Neti!
 
Revealed Yourself even to me who denied You.
Showered divine knowledge ‘n infinite grace too.
The Kindest Impartial Father of all souls are You.
But this too isn’t enough praise of Thee. Neti!
 
Reading of a yogi and his Guru, I had once cried,
“Will I ever get that fortune in my unfortunate life?”
 You heard and came, Lord of Unimaginable Grace!
But this too isn’t enough praise of Thee. Neti!
 
For me who was trapped in the worldly forest untrue.
No hope even of worldly faith; what of reaching You!
Upon calling You gave Yourself as Datta Sadguru.
But this too isn’t enough praise of Thee. Neti!
 
Life in the land of the West, ruled by material acquisition,
Where righteousness kneels before the mind’s ambition,
By Your advent, became for me, the holiest Kashi city.
But this too isn’t enough praise of Thee. Neti!
 
You blessed me with family, profession and social dignity,
Knowledge, devotion and service to the Embodied Trinity.
O Incomparable Datta, the Giver of Pravritti and Nivritti!
But this too isn’t enough praise of Thee. Neti!
 
Falteringly on the spiritual path as I began to tread,
The hope of a finding a devoted life-partner ebbed.
Then You gave me Your dear daughter from Kashi.
But this too isn’t enough praise of Thee. Neti!
 
No expression of my devoted praise feels adequate.
Welling emotion bursting through my heart’s gates,
Gushes forth from my eyes to wash Thy Lotus Feet.
My Swami of Grace! Accept this offering incomplete.
 
A tear of love in the corner of my eye I forever bear.
Floodgates hiding the emotion from the worldly stare.
Far from You, yet inseparable from Your Feet I lie.
Keep me ever Your devoted servant--my only prayer.

Source - http://www.universal-spirituality.org/msg13022016b.html