(lyrics: M. L'Engle, music: S. Ingersoll, 2003)

Because you are not what I would have you be
I blind myself to who in truth you are
seeking mirage where desert blooms, I mar ... your you

Ah, I would like to see Past all delusion to reality
then would I see God’s image in your face
his hand in yours and in your eyes His grace

Because I am not what I would have me be
I idolize two who are not anyplace
not, you, not me, and so we never touch
reality would burn ... I do not like it much

And yet in you, in me
I find a trace of love
that struggles to break through
the hidden lovely truth of me, of you