lance saint ash

how do you tell God you love Him?

how do you tell God you love Him?

how can He really, really know for sure ?

if how He is for us is LOVE

how can I touch that ?

what am I made of ?

let’s say… let’s say

He spilled the stars as an accident

and answers my prayers as an afterthought

what do I have in my pockets here

that could warm the heart of my God ?

how do you tell God you love Him?

I take the weight

I understand

I wash your feet

I touch your hand

I listen hard

I  comprehend

and if I don’t, I ask again

I offer up a bloated pride

I'm naked where I cannot hide

I pass the grace

I pass the peace

and in Begotten find release…

how do you tell God you love Him ?

with my prayer closet full of toys ?

if I heartbeat ten times for Him

that’s still only ten

and not worth the mention…

let’s say… lets’ say

He sneezed and a meadow of flowers appeared

(God bless You)

and a mighty cough set the Milky Way

what could I have in my gunnysack

to impress the heart of my God ?

how do you tell God you love Him?

you take the weight

you understand

you wash my feet

you touch my hand

you listen hard

you comprehend

and if you don’t, you ask again

you offer up a bloated pride

you’re naked where you cannot hide

you pass the grace

you pass the peace

and in Begotten find release…

© 1998 lance saint ash