Rick and Monique

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

To Thee We Raise

To Thee We Raise  a poem by r. elgersma
Drops of rain slide
From eye to cheek
A path like war,

A realist’s version
Of those who fall
Where they love.
Like, the heavily dusked,
And thinly layered moon
A resting reflection of another’s light
And a husband to her.
The righteous man forebears honesty
And the foolish continuously repairs it.
Even a love’s loss finds it again,
Where unctuous abuse knows love not.
Submission and servanthood,
One whole, and the same,
And there I am where you fall,
And rise again.
A woman’s submission
is not subservience
Or weakness, nor her will dominant,
And a man’s headship is not 
Overpowering or abusive,
Nor his will dominant.
A wife submits and loves when she allows 
Her husband to lift her, 
Perfect, before the Lord,
And a husband provides and loves 
When he proves the servant’s 
Strength and humility to lift her.
I am grateful not to be alone,
And that you are part of where I am.

For the beauty of the earth
And the glory of the skies.
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies.

Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This, our hymn of grateful praise.