tu scis quia amo te

tu scis quia amo te
By Jonathan Bennett


Why do you ask what you already know?
Three years, but do you doubt 'cause of one night?
Are all the miles we've walked forgotten so?
All those calluses erased by my flight?


Why do you ask when my eyes are so plain?
I've filled this sea every night since then.
Is void now all that flowed through heart and vein
Replaced by the black bile of that one sin.


Why do you ask? Oh. Oh now I can see
Answers like this morning light breaking through.
Even when fear caused me to run, to flee
I was then being drawn closer to You.