Measure me not with your man-made measures
…For I would never do such things to you
…For I have known the heart of new-love
…And it transformed my world anew.
How might I prove the truth of this?
…That it is in giving that we receive
…That it is in loving that we know true-love
…Finding no means then to deceive.
Should I be like so many others?
…Who play with words and twist their call
…Who play with hearts and therefore cheapen
…True-love’s true nature for us all.
I find that it can ne’er be so
…That I might not love so deep nor well
…That I might take the path most traveled
…That leads past heaven and on towards hell.
For you that ask…Love has called me
…To bear its standard proud and high
…To share its measure with all who’ll listen
…And hush their whispers and their sighs.
It is for you then to hear this calling
…Let love smite hard and deep and clean
…And know that in the final counting
…The love you’ll know only God has seen.
You have only pain that you hold on to
…And only fear that you let live
…And you lessen the nature of your own heart
…When for no reason you cannot give.
It is my hope, my fond desire
…It is my most reverent, persistent prayer
…That you might stop and look deep in my heart
…And know once, forever, what God’s placed there.