Every gift…
Every gift that comes from you is like the grace
from heaven’s door, embracing me and chas-
ing me; my heart delights in you. Restored
is all that once was. Lost I am without
your sweet and lovely face adoring Him.
It is more than I deserve and more than I can take,
yet my heart aches without you, imploring heaven’s gate
to let me hear you breathing, easing all
that can’t be lift. You are the gift, you are
the grace. My one true love whom I adore.
I adore the way you wipe your feet before
we go to bed. You make me laugh
every time you dance and my soul feels
cherished every time you sing. Did you know
every thing you do makes my life feel grand and
worth living? But your heart is grieved and worn
from living. How could I let it happen?
I love you, Jane, and I would die for you,
yet still these pains remain.
I ask for Him to touch your wounded heart.
Your wounded heart with many blows, but still
so patient will you be with me, and hon-
oring the path you chose enduring pain
as illness rose. By step by step we build
again as faith surrounds us both. I see
a heart, a strength that will not fail. I hear
a voice, a hope that will prevail.
