Once more to wade and wander

Once more to wade and wander
Upon the uncharted sea
Of my own melancholy
Exposed for what it
Dare could be

Oh hope
That trials
Within me
And doubt
Disdain

Would have me
In its vain conceit
I bear thee no more
For though the light
Through that open door

Tis a thing most glorious
And which I do so much abhor
Tis more of guilt than guile
For while I here gaze

My inward soul doth praise
At last to see the light of rest
And endless days
To know the truth
And always

For too long
Have I sung
This tiresome
Song

Dependent I
On all others
Whether sisters
Or brothers

Save not on that which
Is most safe and true
The only one I do
So much depend

Ah so then
To crucify
My old obsessions
And have thee
At thy word

So teach me this
That I myself deny
And trust thee alone

Fill my faith
And grow within
Let not doubt
Weed its way in

So as I
Depart
And cast
Away

May my only gaze
Be upon you
All days

For I have no other hope
Then thou alone
Who cannot fail
So in thy truth

May I only sail
The shores of that
Isle of salvation
My one and only
Destination

-Joshua Lee Foist