Salvation

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.