Let me rest in this moment

Let me rest in this moment,
A breath from your lips,
That I may see your face
And hear you breathe, and nothing else.
Let memory desert me
And the future wait it's turn
As I baske in the glow
Of your sunrise.
Many are the men who have sought you,
And many are the poor souls
Who have sold themselves to an earth-made counterfeit.
But no one who has recognized the seal of heaven
Can deny the loving craftsmanship
Hidden and streaming from everything that is you.
Like the light of a thousand mornings
To one long-pressed beyond the night of eternity
Is My Only to my heart.
I cannot but feel
That my heart was made in part and in whole
To seek to grasp but a whisp
Of the fragrance of the splendour
So carefully woven into hers.
The mystery lies in this:
My heart is His
And hers because she is His perfect rose.
Let me love Him with all that I am
That I may love her with
But a strand of the tapestry
Of love that he has spun for her.
Let my heart be lost in His
That I may see her face
Through the light of heaven's
Brilliant grace and unfading truth.
Let me give myself to Him
That someday He may let me borrow
Her for but a day.
My life is but a moment,
My striving but a breath.
Let this end be my breath in this moment.