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.