Even In Dismay

My lover, 

my dreams in the night 

and my pillow in the daytime.  

My strength that takes me 

from one room to the next 

as I wake 

for His wonders about me.  

How can I not go 

to His whispering meadow 

that blows across my heart 

with kisses so soft 

I can carry them all.  

Silver and gold have no shine 

in comparison to the emotions 

love sweeps through my being.  

All my ability to be 

is taken 
by a want to feel each spark 

that fires beneath my heart.  

I was made to wait 

as the fire grows 

to show its blaze higher and higher 

so that it is all I see.  

Even in dismay, 

love burns the night hours away 

within my soul 

and I pour out my love in return.  

For it matters not 

if my eyes are open or shut, 

love is a fragrance within me

 and it releases its pleasure 

before His altar that consumes my offering.  

I have spilled myself out 

and gave the value of all I have, 

my heart.  

I have cashed in all my thoughts 

and summoned a vow 

to be spent as His rose, 

plucked and cherished 

as a bouquet of love songs.  

Could I ever find any thing more? 

Absolutely impossible; 

for this love is the ultimate 

that refreshes me 

as it comes to waltz in new beauty 

for me to wear.  

I have entered its gate 

that has showed me a brightness 

that combs my face with its fingerprints.  

A brightness that forms to make corners 

that turn any darkness 

to a scene of color and relationship.  

If I cry, 

it sounds an alarm that love acts 

in a fight so lovely.  

If I lean, 

a bolt of revival 

flashes so my weakness 

has new vision to move.  

A camp has been set up
 to war 

for my stay to be eternal.  

Struggle is met with orders 

from on high 

to send extra help.  

Where does such extravagance wait 

as I take my heart through its journey?  

Where is my song hanging out 

as I move in life?  

Will I ever come to the fullness 

of His Love with understanding?  

I run to the lap of satisfaction 

as my longing pulls 

with all my might to this search.  

Loves want 

for everything I am.  

Oh lover, 

my dreams in the night 

and my pillow in the daytime…

I see fire 

with my name upon its flame; 

a name You call me 

by the yearning of Your love.  

I leave nothing to keep for my self 

but reach to take every move 

my soul can make 

to this place.  

The chamber of heaven’s dew 

that draws me away 

and into a no returning.  

For a taste of heaven’s Love 

has completed the make 

of who I am now and forever,
even when my soul is in dismay.