Analysis of Blind dream of God

I knew that God was there last night but I could not see his face
Unless I touch him I had thought I'll never keep the pace
So I held out a hand of ethereal grace
And touched the hand of God
As gentle as a trace
And I could see it clearly one inch at a time
As if my hands shared energy and power that was primed
Like a crystal I touched his being everywhere from top to bottom too
To see how similar I was to the true
I removed his robe so gently not my soul did even knew
Then I asked if he felt my worth
But my thoughts drifted to sleep
As he put my mind at ease on earth and he said I have to go now, but know that you're never cheap
You're worth more than any whore I did ever make