Answered by Thrice
All that I have are questions;
So much is veiled in mystery.
But you are yourself the answer-
The only answer that I need.
My brokenness (I must confess)
Darkens all? my thoughts, and hides your hands.
But questions fade before your face,
And I'm content that I may never understand.
Of what I spoke I did not know-
Of things too wonderful and high for me.
In ignorance I gave offense;
I had heard of you but now my eyes have seen.