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I Gladly Lift That Weight

I die to self and lift the cross which I must daily bear,
to see your face in faithfulness, which in the flesh is fair.
But if I held you close to me; if you would be my bride,
then I would set this cross and its besetting weight aside.
We share our faith and testament. We share the bread and grail.
We entered into grace and goodness through His fleshly veil.
But one last veil I covet is your likeness, bathed in light,
arrayed in wedding gowns of glory, garments pure and white.
For should you long to live with me and want to be my wife,
then we, now two, shall be as one in flesh and love and life.
Some say I would set down one weight and lift one far too great,
but should it be your wedding veil, I gladly lift that weight.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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