In this my heart shall not avail

In this my heart shall not avail
In this my frail form shall sway
When dark give birth to day
Ere the fluttering words
May thine ears
Alone say

Thy will oh God
Not mine
Thy cross is all
My only home

My journey
Tis muck and mire
Yet sorrows
Or terrors of night
Should bid

My hope
Lies on
Upward
To thy glorious
Dawn

When ere at last
Shall wake
When heavens
And earth
Shall quake

With great exuberant joy
Hath come at last
Hath come

For here our burdens lie
Beneath the shadow
Of thy sacrifice

It's emblem
Cut upon our souls
To drive us to our knees

For in the company
Of our disease
We dare not go

We know
No other path
Divine

Nor ere so
Narrow nor
High the climb

Yet here the way
Depart if ere
Our heart be
Whole

And yea
Tis whole
At last

Where ere
We breathe
Deep full
Thy grace

When we look full
Upon thy face
And know
The wonders of
This place

This man of sorrows
Quenched our fears
And suffered more
Than all our years

And answered all
Our deepest prayers
We had not courage
To pray

-Joshua Lee Foist