Climbing the Heights

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

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