Jesus, You know I do not understand
Your love, Your sacraments, Your sufferings,
Your grace exalting me with priests and kings
Reigning forever in the Promised Land.
I am a child who takes his father’s hand
Walking along the beach, who while he clings
Fears not the surf, but begs a tale that brings
Him dreams of sailing far beyond the strand.
O tell me once again and I’ll receive
The things I cannot know and count them true:
How if I were the only man to grieve
The heart of God, You’d take Your cross anew
(I do not understand, but I believe)
To die for me, that I might live for You.