Climbing the Heights

Monday, August 27, 2012

Worlds of grace in ways unknown

Worlds of grace in ways unknown
Where time and space are yet
To be shown

The answers far
Not far away
From faith

Will know
In time
The heart

Let go
The pain
Release

And gain
Thy humbled
Disdain

Hath
Found
Again

When at last
The dread season's
Past

Thy soul
Shall shed
Anew

Oh into
Vast oceans
Blue

O'er horizons
And early
Morn'ed dew

Let it in
Yea let it
Wash

Thy cares
Away

And let
The sunlight
Rays

Warm thy
Heart
Though
Evil days
Surround

Its warmth
Shall ere
Abound

When at last
Forgiveness
Found

Thy sure
Salvation's
Eternal

Destination
Calm thy
Sweet
Reservation

Hath come
To thee
At last

-Joshua Lee Foist

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Leave me not to the rushing wind

Leave me not to the rushing wind
Of which I must give in
But catch me deep within
And ne'er let me go

My heart, my soul
Tis all within thy power
Though ever now the hour
Such longing for belonging

So for love must die
For all
Must give all
Must trust all

In rage, in wonder
In glory, in plunder
Tis all within thy hand

For all of fears and failings
For all the nights
And endless wailings

My heart, may it ere beat true
My trust, may it rest in you
For faith beyond
All fear

To thee for that which is near
And that which seems as fleating

The joys of eden
Cast to the sands of time
Deep into the oceans
To where can one find

Yet time within all time
Is ever thine

All desires and longings
Are in thy will
And where may guide
Who can abide

Though to trust
And hope
In thee to hide

All sorrows
And cares of
Tomorrows

Lie open before thee
Yet soft yet tender
Thy gentle care

Can warm the coldest
Heart and melt it
Of dispair

For fair is love
Of rare such love
Twould give it all
To save

-Joshua Lee Foist