If I could tell what the lecturer would say right before he opens his mouth;
And I had all the legal theories and principles at my finger tips;
If I could predict the outcome of a case even before the judge knew of the facts;
And I could draft heart-warming, nation-binding treaties
But I have not love… I am nothing but a useless piece of paper on a highway tossed around by the wind.
If I could write words of gold;
Bringing your very thoughts into black and white;
Writing to save, writing and creating.
If my words had the healing touch; bringing joy into the hearts of men
But I have not love… I am nothing but a rambling mad woman – walking the streets in oblivion.
If I could travel the world;
Seeing sights that the mind can’t visualize;
Eating foods that the belly can’t fathom;
Speaking languages that the mouth cannot contain;
But I have no love…. I am nothing but a wandering fool, merely seeking a place to die.
If I could pray the loudest and longest without ever tiring;
Sing the best and make the Angels weak in jealousy;
If I sacrificed all my belonging on the altar
And slay Jedidiah in obedience to God.
But I have no love? I’m nothing but an ant on a working threadmill.
I am nothing but nothing without love;
I am everything but anything solid without love;
I am something ugly without love;
I am nobody without love.