were i to lay hold of You God, in this soul’s hour,
with the proof of my imperfect hands
how more-than-weary of this world i am,
could i quiet my soul,
with the roseate praise
with the hope?
and tell you,
for beauty’s sake, it makes me full-glad,
that in time, outside of time- but soon:
in my flesh, i shall see God.
no more, these light-blind eyes, eyes that look forever and do not see,
what is only worth prizing, as long as this heart, this memory can hold-
for all of eternity.
i wait for the day,
when Your impetuous triumph,
will come, racing like a Steed,
to rescue so many unseeing days,
on the already but not yet, lip of eternity.
when i will finally know,
as i am known….
when our souls, will rise, big as heaven,
obnoxious with joy,
into the endless, runlet path,
of Your advancing land,
to see, You,
glancing backward,leading on with a shout.
O’ God, of eternal, laughing grandeur,
seated at the head of Your brilliant wedding feast,
my feet run, in prayers to You,
– haste that day.
” For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last he will stand upon the earth. And after my skin has been thus destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God, whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another. My heart faints within me!”