I shall awhile with thee wander once more

I shall awhile with thee wander once more
In the air of that far off land
In the gaze of that garden of green
In the shadows of that greater land

Amidst the meadows of that better country
The air is rich and full sweet
Filled with the fragrance of thy unbridled creation
And though these are but passing portraits

They are a welcome respite of that
Which is yet to come
The sum of them
Is ne'er enough

Though of their eternal architect
The author of their existence
Is far beyond wreckening
And wild in His wonder

His glory beyond
All comprehension
Of all the greatest thunder
And tempests at sea

Are but a jest to His
Glorious majesty
His presence alone
Doth prick every hair

To stand on end
They all as one
With gladness
Bow in boundless

Exaltation before the Lord
Of all creation
King of that Greater Land
Who formed them not

By His hand
But the thought
The word
Became

Flesh that dwelt
And dwells
Amongst us
Divine

No one is greater
Yet to taste and see
And bask in His
Beauty

Wonder beyond all wonders
And though the memory
Of this passing shadow
But a moment lingers

The longing
That comes
Far greater
Anew

Doth surge
Within the vessel
Of every vein
For it longs

To be in that place again
Yet glory of all
These ancient wonders
The knowledge

And wisdom that come
From His Words
Doth fill the void
Of time and space

So sweet the substance
Of their choice taste
Doth tickle the tongue
When from the mouth
Is spronge

So release the joy
Of that exaltation
And may it ere to be
As one declaration

Though in this broken land
We may awhile remain
There is a hope that yet
Is found within the cracks
Of this dying wasteland

And it speaks of a life anew
It warms and glistens
With the goodness of that
Greater Kingdom

When all burdened breath
Shall no more be born
Then come the dawn
Of that new day

Where all shall be
Made new
And joy of joy
Shall we be home

-Joshua Lee Foist