Love is holy. That is why i practice on my knees: Begging for Your eyes to catch mine, Praying for Your fingers on my skin, Waiting for Your lips to form my name. i will sing Your hymns — i will write Your gospels — i will wear Your thorns — i will drink Your blood — Bruises on my shins mean nothing, Nail marks in my flesh don't hurt, Tearstains adorn my cheeks, Fire cleanses my spirit And my body remains for You. my tongue calls out dead languages, Committing my soul to Your rapture. Yea, though i walk near death, i shall fear no other, And i will long to dwell in Your house For all of my days. Amen.