You have taught me to crave,
What this world does not produce,
I long after special words,
That they would often spurn,
And people who have no place,
Among the greats,

I don’t need to learn Greek, or translate for myself the Hebrew
To know the truth, as real as blood and hard as glass, lasting longer than the sun
My heart doesn’t need guidance of ancient fathers in their own tongue,
For it to beat in rhythm with the Lord’s, all I need is a quiet place
And words with the essence of Love