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.