In the quiet windows of my heart
Where no light can ere depart
The morning rays wash through
The doubts and days of what
Had been
They start again
Like the warmth
Of the waking day
As it melts away
The fog and decay
Of what was before
On distant shores
Where only hope can lie
My love and I
Shall ever be
Where or when
Only God in time
Can know
While all the while
We wait and pray
Most expectantly
For though oft
We groan with
Inner longing
Of what might be
We know God
And His love
Which can rise
The faintest
Soul above
All sorrow and shame
And fear and pain
Which all our lifelong
Hath sought to gain
That for which it
Could not
For love
It's cord
Hath caught
And will ne'er
Go
For its crown
Hath worn
The bloody brow
Of its beloved
For His bride
That she her virtue
And her grace
May always hide
Within the wonder
Of His holy face
To look upon the face of love
And know there is no
Other thing on earth can know
Beyond the glory of this one
Who gave His only son
That love would give the greatest gift
To broken bride and groveled groom
There is no greater love than He
Who broke through tomb
To tell the love of Him
Once dead
To make alive
His broken bride
For all creation to see
The wonderous power
And glory of this beloved
Son of God
-Joshua Lee Foist
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