Name Him

Ok, before you read this poem, you need to know that it is definitely not finished.  I'm still polishing it, but thought some input would be helpful.  The poem is roughly based off of Proverbs 30:1-4.  Actually, it pretty much follows the same idea all the way up to the end (rephrasing slightly to mirror events that happened to Jesus). Almost at the end, my full intention was to quote the Scripture almost exactly.  "What is his name, and who is his son?  Surely you know!"  At this point, I wanted the poem to highlight Jesus, who is the Son of God.  "I know His name!  I know His Son!" type of thing.  It started out pretty good, but it kind of falls apart at the end.  Anyway, for once in my poetic life, I'm actually taking suggestions.  I'm stumped.

Most ignorant am I-- a fool,

No famous bel esprit.

The wisdom clear in other men,

Is clearly sparse in me.

Who am I to know of Him?

And, really, who are you?

Have you gone up before His throne,

Returned when you were through?

Can you encompass every wind

Within your very palm?

Or throw your arms out and embrace

The waters; make them calm?

Can you create ex nihilo

The width and breadth of earth?

Who is he who equals GOD?

Who dares to swell his worth?

What is his name?  Who is his son?

Come, tell me if you know!

Behold our God!  Behold His Son!

Be awed and bow down low.