When I ponder all your ways
I WORSHIP you and say
With “little girl-like” ways
You really are “My Too Much.”

From songs to poetry
To prophetic worshiping
Where your heart stirs inside of me
Yes…you’re “My Too Much.”

When my closet seems too small
To hold your Glory that falls
When your presence swells to the walls
I whisper “you’re My Too Much.”

When melodies sing in my head
And lyrics wake me from bed
When you call me to quiet rest
I do love this One, “My Too Much.”

When your fire burns in my bones
And the wind is blistering blown
When it seems I am all alone
You remind me “I’m STILL Your Too Much.”

When upon my knees I cry out
For that which I see in drought
You tell me don’t veer from the route
And I bow to obey “My Too Much.”

When the road is rocky and steep
When no honor is given my feet
I close my eyes and can see
The loving arms of “My Too Much.”