Finis Coronat Opus

When weary grow my heart and soul, And tired my body grows, When lonely night creeps slowly on,  As if there were no dawn; What I would give for warm embrace, That casts all doubts away With caring words and loving arms Protecting from all harm. Such lovely thoughts my heart console As lone, I wakeful go And lay my head on pillow soft While such dreams drift aloft.

I seek a sound cast through the night More than wind’s howl, ‘neath pale starlight. I wait long hours with pensive gaze; For one arrives with whom my days I’d gladly spend my lifetime through. Haste now! The future waits for you! What now could cast me far from you? Could scores of men their boldness prove? I bless the winds that brought to me A hope of what our lives could be, Of dreams left cold in time’s long past, And now awaken soft at last. The night grows long as I await Your coming here; with breath abate I ponder deep within my heart What I would be with you apart. Such things cast shade upon my thoughts. You give me strength, as goodness ought.

On pathway dreary, lonesome tread My weary feet, as far ahead The dusty road goes ever on Through night to morning’s dawn. I stumble, worn and tired, oft, And long for verdure gentle, soft, With rippling stream near fruited trees, ‘Neath which I’d take my ease. My King has called me forth to go, And march this path through rain and snow; He surely best knows all my plight, And will His strength provide.

Awaits my heart for day not far From hence; oh, why must it seem so? For length of Time’s dull pacing are A nuisance raw unto my soul. But pleasant yet are moments passed In contemplation fair and bright Upon the time when hope, at last, Has grown and fruited into sight. So rests my mind on cheerful thoughts And dreams which now are flesh and blood As I await, as through a drought, The wellspring promising a flood.