Drown my heart, my mind, and make
me undeliverable from saving.
Sprinkle me with water; sleeper, wake,
and let a spring pour forth, shining,
spinning into crystal threads and costly lining,
weaving a spotless gown.
Enclose my hand, now yours, a bond
of faith that will take us to our conquerors gate.
As we pass the battered door, beyond,
waltz me, and freely, no guilt impart.
No other has known my hand or mind or heart,
which have been yours from time to end.
Eclipse my love with yours, and block the light
which burned for years without a pause
that purity unveiled may illuminate the night.
Pure joy is founded on many things:
untainted grace and peace, no court of kings
could match perfected love.