Lord, John was right when he said that the whole world
would not be
able to contain the books
should all be written
about you
For even today
on the first of December
I have not been
able to stop speaking words from you
as if by
dictation
If I never say
another word, that is enough for me
But think of
all the words that all the people in the world have spoken
and imagine
what it would be like if every single sigh of those
were breathed
first from above
I want that
kind of world and I can see it in your love
There are so
many books yet to be
As I look
around
I don’t worry
if there are enough trees
because the
books are you and me
and I know “so
will it be”
