Wednesday, July 30, 2003
If that meant that I could count on You
To give me everything.
I never thought to ask You,
I always thought You knew.
It was never my intention to question You.
You never minded calling me a child.
Well, I guess that's how I acted all the while.
But You live through every tantrum,
You see through every lie.
Though they seem to be more common
I just wanted You to know why oh why.
You never minded giving us the stars,
Then showing us how blind and unaware of You we are.
You painted me a picture and showed me how to see
Though I just won't behold it
Unless it pertains to me...
Jars of Clay, "Unforgetful You"