He That Makes Me Whole

O to hear the sweet voice of my lover on my ear!

His presence is a comfort to my weary soul.

O to look into the eyes that casteth out fear

And be with the one who maketh me whole.

I need no other to complete me.

I need no other to raise me up.

The lover of my soul hears my plea

And bids me drink from the marriage cup.

I long only for his love and care

And desire only his words and faith.

All other loves cannot compare

To what he does and what he saith.

I wait patiently for his returning.

I fortify the walls of my heart.

In the mean time I am learning

That he never truly will depart.

He is always with me, never to leave.

At my side and in my heart he is.

Working in me the legacy he weaves

A legacy of love and all that he is.

Jesus is the lover of my soul

The only one that makes me whole.