Ukrainian Tales pt. 3 words?

Today I learned a new word

carli-isms: the funny things Carli Lewis says unintentionally that can be contrived differently by those of us with active imaginations

Learned, meaning I did not create this one myself.

Words. They're such fickle things. Sometimes you have to many, other times you have none. Sometime they fall all over themselves, and other times they are smooth as silk. They can be words of truth or fiction, love or hate.
Recently I was working on a new song. The chords came fairly easily but when I tried to lay down lyrics my mind was blank. This song was to be about my trip to Ukraine, a song that spoke into the experience of the things that took place there. But alas, nothing would come. The words were hidden from me. I prayed for God to give me the lyrics, but instead he gave me a different song. A simple song about the things hidden in my heart. You know in the bible where it talks about Jesus being born? Everyone remembers that three kings followed a star that led them to the stable where Jesus was and they praised him and gave gifts. What people don't usually remember is a line that says, "And Mary took in all these things and stored them up in her heart." In the same way I stored up in my heart all the different moments of seeing Christ in action at camp or on the streets of Ukraine. And now that I'm trying to write this song I'm trying to find the hidden words to describe and be the bridge between the things I saw, heard, and said and the things I felt inside; the rushes, thrills, concerns, and love. Surely these things should be shared. But how can I with out the proper words to communicate?

As I looked back on my time at camp, I played memories back through my mind almost as a movie. I see all the rises and falls of your faces, the moments when the soft corner of you nose crinkled because you smiled, or how your searching eyes looked straight into my soul. I kept trying to create lyrics from those moments, and then I realized the irony of my searching. Because it was in those moments of quietly observing that I was left without words. I've been trying to find words in the present that I did not even have in the past. And how many times do we try to do that? We dig in our past to find something to have for the present, when really all we need do is to look up and move forward. And the connection in that is that when we do things all on our own we only have the past to call on. But when we look to God he gives us the tools we never had before, the very things that we needed all along. Honestly, I'm not sure if that song will ever have lyrics. But that's alright with me. Perhaps I'll just sing the experience itself.