Fellowship

 Fellowship
1983

My tears have bathed your shoulder,
my head upon your breast
So deep I love you brother,
in Him who loves us best.

No word can plumb the wonder, 
the beauty of that love
Unbounded in its compass, 
flows freely from above.

There in the soul established,
too deep for earthly clay
The spirit speaks between us,
of signs along the way.

This love shall stand unconquered,
the fountainhead of grace
In Him who never slumbers
and never hides His face.

Privileged are we brother,
to reach on mortal plane
The certainty of knowing,
we in His Love remain.

My tears have bathed your shoulder,
my head upon your breast
So deep I love you brother,
in Him who loves us best.