THE BOTTOM LINE
I don’t hold in contempt the familiar
Without intimacy, how then faith?
Yet I yearn for acquaintance with the unknown
Without wisdom, how could there be hope?
People, places, things I know offer comfort
Without respect, how then charity?
But it’s you I turn to for sanctuary
Without goodness, how could there be love?
I don’t know who you are
Still, I know my faith gives me strength
I don’t know of your plans
Still, I know you’re my only hope
I don’t know I’m worthy
Still, I accept your charity
I can’t even prove you exist
Still, I love you…still, I love you