Hymn

Sunday morning very bright
I read your book by colored light
That came in through the pretty window picture
I visited some houses
Where they said that you were living
And they talked a lot about you
And they spoke about your giving
They passed a basket with some envelopes
I just had time to write a note
And all i said was i believe in you
Passing conversations
Where they mentioned your existence
And the fact that you had been
Replaced by your assistance
The discussion was theology
And when they smiled and turned to me
All that i could say was i believe in you
I visited your house again
On christmas or thanksgiving
A balded man said you were dead
But the house would go on living
He recited poetry
And as he saw me stand to leave
He shook his head
And said i’d never find you
My parents used to dress me up
And while the town was sleeping
We’d walk down to your house
Without speaking
It was there
There I first believed in you