What have I to fear and be confused of, and Why should I philosophise about what I know? About what I can read and what is put into my heart Why should I seek what when there's nothing to find, And am I such a fool that let lies trick me? Will I search in empty beauty, leaving a scar in my soul? When I can taste celestial fruits Must I see the nailed hands to feel comfort? Are tangible evidences what I search? Shouldn't I rather rest, and let the Holy Spirit guide me? To the Fountain where the spiritual treasures can be given