Not enough words

I'm reading a book by Marilynne Robinson titled "Home" --follow up to her (pulitzer) Gilead. The most sympathetic character is a feeble clergyman in the care of his single daughter. At one meal he prays "There is so much to be grateful for, words are poor things" -- (pause) "Amen." I love that because I often don't have the words to eloquently express my thankfulness. It brings to mind my favorite old story of listening to Jose Maria of Utrera say, "When we get to heaven and realize the immensity of what God has done for us, we'll spend the first thousand years saying --Gracias, gracias, gracias... "