The One

O! How many days and months must one wait

For well seeing eyes to see well again;

To trust that true love is never too late

When trusting not in the power of men;

Truly you are the one purposed for me,

For heaven smiled down and bestowed your name

Precious God-given Gift for all to see,

This Battlefield now yours to lay your claim;

Beyond the farthest reach of time and space,

With greater certainty than the next dawn

Never to part for each day holds new grace

And never-ending love to draw upon;

By all that lives do I wish you to know

If you will but lead, I’ll gladly follow.