There Is For Me

There is for me a brighter day when all the tears I've wept this way shall be poured out before the throne to claim at last my love, my own. Years winding forth from wearied spools weave still earth's tapestry of rules that I must cherish, dear as life, an anchor on this sea of strife. All that restrains me I hold near; I kiss His rod, I call it dear. If I should languish 'neath the weight. His promise cannot come too late. A weeping heart never grows cold through rained with sorrows manifold; no tear is wasted to our God who with Christ's own enriched earth's sod. There is for Christ and me a day when all the tears wept this way shall be poured out before the throne to claim at last our love, our own. Copyright, Faye Lanham Gibson, 1987