While Waiting, I wonder
While Hoping, I imagine
While resting, I rail
At the impatience within myself
At the impurity consuming me
At the imperfections all around me
But why?
Why? I ask, over and over
Why?
I must know
Why am I so given to selfish desires?
Why am I so impatient with others?
Why must I wait for these things—trying my hardest,
When all I want is to love You more
I want
To show that I love You
To show that I am not enough without You
To show that everything I do well is from You
To show that I love You more than myself
When I know that so often,
That’s not the truth.
I want
To know that while I wait, You are working
To know that while I Hope, You are there
To know that while I rest, You are holding me.
But so often, I can’t feel You there
I can’t see You
Or touch You
Or hear You
Or feel You
But I know that You are there
Because You have said it
And You are Truth
And I will trust in You
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