Potential

Oh Jericho! I sit outside your wall And wonder when the angels come to sing, Which one of us will be the first to fall And ask ourselves what could the future bring If our potential need not be compelled By boundary lines that mark a hasty end, I’ll speak of what my heart has long withheld: To set apart my sister and my friend For time with you in purity displays A selfless love that stands uncompromised With strength to see us steady through our days And beauty held with passions highly prized For we’ll invest beyond the temporal pain And trust that God provides a desert rain