Sometimes I forget
   that I am always smaller than I think,
   and You are always larger than I think.

But I also forget
   that You are always smaller than I think,
   and I am always larger than I think.

We are infinite.
   You are infinity itself
   and I am born of You;
      Your daughter,
      Your echo,
   A finite piece of infinity.

This is the marvel:
     (not that You are infinite;
     how could God be less than all?)
  but that You grant me this
      a share in Your kingdom,
      a share in Your family,
      a share in Your nature.