For words my soul can scarce express

For words my soul can scarce express
Of this my heart must here confess
If none but this than this shall bless
For feeble hands shall fall
What formed tis meaningless

If all such trials
Shall once reveal
For all one's sorrow
At last may steal
When in humbled state
Shall fall to the ground 

To face thy greatest fear
Thy greatest longing
In this belonging
To that which
All of life hath yearned
And now at last
Have learned

-Joshua Lee Foist