The Words and Presence of God

I want God's word to sink deep into the depth of my soul. Too often the Word has become cliche with no real meaning to me, a good key chain or bumper sticker, it has not become a reality of the soul through experience. It is almost as if a verse will skip across the surface of my mind like a rock across pavement instead of piercing deep into the soil of my heart. I could understand the verse, repeat it to you and even preach a sermon on the verse but I will not have fully known the beauty of the words, the eternal truth, strength and power they have over my life. Psalm 12:6 "The words of the Lord are pure words, like silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times."
Oh that I could fully taste and see that the Lord is good. I believe that my senses have become dull from the moral and secular abuse that they are exposed to every minute of everyday. I feel like I am constantly at a rock concert and struggle to hear the whispering voice of the Divine. Oh that I could and would.
This I know. God would not request something of me without giving me the ability to perform it.
This is my prayer, that God would take the scales from my eyes and cure the deafness of my heart so that I can fully enjoy the presence of God, a sunset does not bless a blind man and a hymn does not inspire worship to a deaf man, nor does a spiritually numb person enjoy the presence of God.
I am sure that the key to becoming sensitive to God is to remove ourselves from the abuse of television and radio and other means of distraction and to sit in quiet meditation before God. It is a lost art and discipline today, quiet mediation and prayer, seeking the face of God for the sake of God Himself and no other reason. Psalm 37:7 "Be silent to the Lord and wait patiently for Him..." Lord I want no other thing than to go to your holy temple, to the ivory places where my lungs fill with the incense of prayer that rise up to Your face, to sit in silence before you and feel the earth shake beneath my knees, to weep and be made joyful, to hunger and be filled by You, to become poor in my spirit and made rich by your presence. I want to be surrounded by the thick dark cloud that hides you from the wise and I want to fall helplessly into the depth of the sea of your being where I am lost for all eternity.
For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks, let my words be few and perfect.