By Name
give nothing to You, and i get
everything
favor and grace
intertwined with
faith and trust.
oh God, You can do so much to me,
to all, and i can’t see
how wide, high, deep
and long Your love
goes,
but it goes and goes and goes
and i am left alone
in your grand
cathedral
made
of
me
and my friend
the homeless man
down the street
betty, who does all the baking
and Your everlasting face among
the crowd, calling Zaccheus and me
by name--and we’d give everything
just the same, to know Your form
in me, to see and so make believe You.
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