Climbing the Heights

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Oh how I have loved thee

Oh how I have loved thee 
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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