My Heart Believes

Love, are you lonely there below

Remembering still another May

We knew and shared in the long ago

Before God called and I went away?

Lift up your eyes, my dear, and know

That I am lonely as you today.

Though I am lonely as you today,

My yearning spirit no longer grieves,

For the Heavenly pattern I now survey--

The tapestry which the Master weaves--

With its golden threads illuming the gray.

My dearest, I call that my heart believes ...

Oh, dearest, call that your heart believes

That death is birth--Hear my triumph cry:

Nothing is lost that the flesh achieves!

Look up, for together, you and I

Will live our dreams, for Heaven retrieves--

Love, be not lonely there below.