Lord, I know too much.
I pour my heart out to you
in other people’s words
because I know them
but my own heart
I know not.
I am filled
with facts,
quotations,
commentaries
and books about prayer.
Where does this knowledge end
and my faith begin?
I am afraid
that when my knowledge
is stripped away
by illness or death
there will be nothing left.
Lord,
please drive out
the books
from this temple
as you once cleared
another Temple.
Fill this heart
with your Glory,
so I can know you.
How have we served you?
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