I was certain that I knew You<br />
At the tender age of twelve<br />
You'd so often been described by those<br />
Who said they knew You well<br />
Dark and rugged in your thirties<br />
With a smile as bright as Your robe<br />
Every teacher, every preacher<br />
With the very best intent<br />
Found new ways to hide the mystery<br />
Replaced by common sense<br />
And to know You was to keep You in my pocket<br />
So easy to hold<br />
I know I can't explain You<br />
I would not even try to<br />
And yet it's clear that You are here beside me<br />
I marvel and I wonder<br />
So near and somehow still so far<br />
What makes You who You are?<br />
It is easy to insist<br />
On what is packaged and precise<br />
And dismiss the clear suspicion<br />
That You're bigger than we'd like<br />
It is tempting to regard You as familiar<br />
In so many ways<br />
I know I can't explain You<br />
I would not even try to<br />
And still it's clear that You are here beside me<br />
I marvel and I wonder<br />
So near and somehow still so far<br />
What makes You who You are?<br />
I've tried to draw these lines around You<br />
A definition or an absolute<br />
But I could not be satisfied with black or white<br />
There is so much more<br />
There is so much You<br />
I know I can't explain You<br />
I would not even try to<br />
And still it's clear that You are here beside me<br />
I marvel and I wonder<br />
So near and somehow still so far<br />
What makes You who You are?<br />
I marvel and I wonder<br />
So near and somehow still so far<br />
What makes You who You are?<br />
It's a mystery<br />
It's a mystery