Sunday, September 12, 2010

Empty Arms, Expectant Heart

I thought I'd know you by now, thought I'd touch your face.
I can almost smell your breath as you rest in my embrace.

Your grip around my finger, the softness of your love.
If there were any way I'd come hold  you up above.

The embrace though not my own, provides rest in One far greater.
Your absence enables His way to make itself in me sure.

While my empty arms cradle a greater hope unseen
My expectant heart awaits to join you in His glory.

1 comment:

My Life as a Mom said...

Love. Thanks for sharing!

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