I searched for you with eyes so often blurred
by selfish haze of my idolatry,
for on that path it never had occurred
the person from whom I should run was me.
My own idea of love put to the test
left disbelief at how all efforts failed.
The question that arose above the rest
was, Who creates the standard which I hail?
As logic drew me in and wore me down
your name became the nourishment I sought.
In turn, relationship was what I found,
for blood was shed that my own soul be bought.
And so, with peace and heart that’s made anew,
I now know joy. It’s everything that’s you.