I Have

I have labors, so many labors, 

But no prize current or effective here.

I have houses and lands,

But towering babblers hold the sway. 

I have a good name, 

But I am unrecognized, without title.

I have words, too many words, 

But my utterance is not understood. 

I have the grace of Maker's love.

I have faith birthing hope,

In the works of One, 

In the words of One, 

In the promises of One,

In the faithfulness of One. 

But the perfection of the promise

Waits to be made full. 

Here my fruitless works

And empty words

Strive and groan, buried in the dark.

When love's world-to-come

Comes without end,

When the partial passes with the night,

I will dawn forever,

Love perfected, prevailing in full sight. 

There I have eyes to see, 

Seeing One here unseen.