Drafted plans become your sole intent and
deliverance now visible to a doubting Thomas
are revealed
Tools of your trade forged by hands not mine
Would draw out the schematic for life,
love and our pursuit of happiness
You drew out the best of her into me
and thankful becomes my payment
long overdue
Your perfect plan drawn above clouds of Silver
and White took little more than half a century
but I grow young
I understand that your art goes on forever but for the
moment you have allowed me a peek at my dreams
and we do
We pace impatiently to see what you created
Your son whose faults are set before your holiness
and still I am favored
a vapor in the wind, a fleeing moment
yet you love me the same
For such a time as this you made things so
So as I do not die of loneliness with her
who shares of passion Heaven formed
You structured it all in your heart before
I came to be, came to know her
Forgive my cries of selfishness, for love
is to be shared but through you who makes
all things new
Let me not stagger across the plains of ungratefulness
For there I shall not see your Blueprints of Purpose
Where love was sacrificed for what seemed an eternity
Make ours pure and keep watch over our renewed hearts
our fragile dreams
As this was your purpose
whispered to me as we penned this one
with new breath drawn of you and of her
