You are one of the men I've learned to love.
Not taught by rote but by experience
The value found in placing hope above
Disillusionment's partner, discontent.
Ultimately guided by your God sent
Vision I'm set toward finding my freedom.
Be assured if finding it I relent,
If truth's maturity sends me to some
Hole of quiet safety disguised as doom
The blackest night becomes the sun.
Inconsistent courage is all I've known.
Or if I find instead my work's begun
To sing out clear, pure, praise
I am what it conveys.