I want to see you
Were you there when I was born?
Will you be there when I die?
I want to ask you
What we believe is old and worn
What is true and what is a lie?
I want to hear you
Speak in the tongue of Gabriel’s horn
But will it be from below or on high?
I want to know you
For your image has become torn
The divide between a laugh and a cry
I want to understand you
The lash and a crown of thorns
Then a stone turned aside
Did it save me or you?