You wait for me.
You wait upon me.
You wait for a return of love.
The heights that bar our union are great,
But No Greater Love
Springs o’er the mountains.
No Greater Love leaps the hills,
To stand outside my gate,
Singing songs that stir my heart.
Scale my many walls, O Love!
Find me here ready.
Anoint my head, my soul, my mind.
No Greater Love delights
To pour Eternity upon me,
With an exchange of wedding vows.
© 2016 Joann Nelander
“The sound of my lover! springing across the mountains, leaping over the hills” Song of Songs 2: 8