I know Him, yet I don't
I love Him, but sometimes I question
What my purpose is
Is it to glorify the Most High?
Is it to be the best man I can be?
Is it to attain heights never before imagined?
I think it is all this and much more
In Him I am rich, but always claim to be poor
Through His Son I can walk through heavenly doors
Through the sun I can talk so much more
About all the powerful things in store
My heart and soul is what I pour
Out through the Holy Ghost
That captures me in a rapture
Bringing tears of joy and laughter
So I have to praise and raise
His name on high
And through mysterious ways I try
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