I Think You Know Poem by Rob Lamberton

I miss you
As I think on these things
Things true, honest, just, and pure
Things that are lovely
Things of good report; with virtue
I think on these things with praise
For love that flows from your pure heart
For faith not pretended
For your caring conscience
Thinking day and night
Of you and your defines
Holding in mystery
That Current that flows from you
Love
Pure and Sweet
I thank God
That I may serve you both
I think without ceasing