do not wonder my darling
where my love grows
whether it grows towards you
makes itself a lantern to the lost

do not wonder, it grows
in the strongest part of me
the place nobody knows
my love does not grow in my thoughts

nor from my arms, strong and warm
as they are, they hold fast to all they
believe in. I believe in You, love
but there love does not grow.

not in my words, or hands, or face
nor where grace pushes through concrete cracks
my love does not grow where the weight of Your love rests
not in the heat or the rush or the gasp