I was certain that I knew You At the tender age of twelve You'd so often been described by those Who said they knew You well Dark and rugged in Your thirties With a smile as bright as Your robe
Every teacher, every preacher With the very best intent Found new ways to hide the mystery Replaced by common sense And to know You was to keep You in my pocket So easy to hold
I know I can't explain You I would not even try to And yet it's clear that You are here beside me I marvel and I wonder So near and somehow still so far What makes You who You are?
It is easy to insist On what is packaged and precise And dismiss the clear suspicion That You're bigger than we'd like It is tempting to regard You as familiar In so many ways
I've tried to draw these lines around You A definition or an absolute But I could not be satisfied with black or white There is so much more There is so much You
