You the Nameless

pitching, always, Your tent
where I have pitched mine
beside my neighbor’s tent
You ever remain my Lord

You are peace from above
You are light from heaven
with life, that ever-flowing
river, You quench my thirst

You are that glorious whole
You are the most holy one
with praise, my feeble feet
in Your place, discover rest

You are that pioneer
You are that stone in corner
by being my servant
that serves in my need

Henry Victor 02.02.2003