What do I know of you?
What do I know of unbound love,
Or favor without favors asked in return?
What do I know of un-jealousy?
I can’t identify or comprehend.
You are pure, whole, sufficient, overflowing
Just dying to share the fruit of yourself
While I reach, like a grubby-fingered child
For what I don’t deserve
You give it to me joyfully
And to others also—you don’t have favorites
Like we do. You love us all
And demand we do the same.
But you forgive us for failing in that, too.
You overflow with second chances
And forgive over-faithfully.
Oh, joyful one. Happy unfairness!
What do I know of your unfathomed grace
And perfect justice fulfilled?
What do I know of holy you?