Salvation
I fear that I shall never find the words I've left unspoken.
I give the gift of praise and rhyme but both hardly seem a token.
Can I not rise above the rest and speak my love for Thee?
In words I feel but can't express is not enough for me.
I stand afar and not much more than those who have come before me.
The stinging pain of loves refrain echoes "how I adore Thee".
My crown collects no moth nor rust.
Thy love of a boundless gesture.
To think to me You would entrust Thy wondrous blood-stained vesture.
The day we wed? Eternity! And then shall cease all crying.
The Fruit You bore fell from the tree and in His death no dying.
Mark M.