He loved God but still he felt all alone

Saying he prayed and only heard a dial tone

He swum in the springs of beautiful things and summer is not far

But to wander there and ponder where in the sky was his star

He loved God but not in his whole heart

Believing in the miracles but only ever in part

He stood on the ground where Abraham found the ram that was caught

But he never sees the evergreens where the thickets and thorns are not 

He loved God but never found his faith

Hoping it would come to him as a passing parade

He prayed that his prayer still in the air would somehow come true

But lighting a light on a fiery night does not herald the dawn anew