At His Command Poem by Maurice Harris

A want to be near to thee, permeates my very soul;
After lo these many years, you would think that time stole
This ardor from me, but naught, including death, may!
This is the love, that God, in His Wisdom, let stay
With me, and I dare say, also with thee!
Now I inquire: will you share this life, with me?
This is the query I never had want before, to pose-
'Tis due a love that, despite time and miles, still grows!

My mind may only fathom what the answer may be,
All we may do is want-with time, we may see
Whether our unity has been divinely foretold;
Only One may know what our future may hold,
And He is not now about to show His hand-
For, it is we that live our lives at His command!