In the times
when it's just
the two of us
what do I say?

My response
is just that--
a reaction to
the good that You bring.

But what if all
were carried away
and the only thing left
were You?

Would I still bring You praise--
would my heart still rejoice
if all that I knew
were You?

What is it inside
that makes people praise
from the bowels of
hell on earth?

What part of You
do I not yet know--
the Anchor, the Hope,
the Author of my day?