What is our only hope in life and death? That we are not our own but belong, body and soul, both in life and death, to God and to our Saviour Jesus Christ. (New City Catechism) Not my own; what then? Within this case, these bones, this skin, World seen through these squinting eyes, Heart held in this pulsing cage, I see, I look, I hold, I yearn, And fail to yearn for what will be. Not my own, but bought by grace, Remaining in this human frame, I must give all for all He gave And learn to yearn With grace-shaped heart. I watch these other hopes fall off Like leaves, like dross, like passing light, Watch eternity stretch, bind, hold, And gather me in with hope.