Growing faint

I ache for what I do not have,

yet have always known was mine.

Called to more than what's in front,

Anxious to leave what's here behind.

One day, some day is all I hear

in the meantime I grow impatient.

I trust. I wait. I trust. I wait.

My heart's dream is growing faint.

Strength please Lord, is what I need.

To wait for what's in store.

Hope and faith that it will come,

as I lie waiting here.