The She-to-be

Far out beyond the waves of time

She sits and waits -- who is not yet,

Whose eyes shine like the purest stars,

Whose beauty I have never met.

Perfect in beauty, whole in trust,

Her eyes are never turned to me;

But fixed in joy upon the One

Who is her love’s entirety.

For Him the tattered broken tears,

For Him the struggle, even now,

For Him each ragged breath of pain --

Whose scarred hands shall en-crown her brow.

For Him .. for only what’s for Him

Shall be her own when she shall be

Entire at last; by His great love

Built from the broken shards of me.