I chose you because you were,
so to speak, always on your knees—
No glib absolutist,
But a caring Christian, full of cleansing grace,
With tender Christlike words that nourished
My disenchanted hope
And melted pain and a prison full of self
Until I earned humility too,
Though bought with a hefty sum.
You knew that Jesus suffered.
You had respect for prophecy.
You knew God had a different path for me.
Though I took the longer route,
You never abandoned me,
Certain through Science
I'd come round again.
My thoughts now have an outward spin,
And now I know why I sing
A holy duet of Christian gratitude with you.
Thanks for seeing me through!
Your example showed me that although I was weak,
I could go to the Father with humble pleas.
I chose you because you were
always on your knees.
