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.